Over the last year, memories buried as deep as the Titanic surfaced to my frontal lobe and I wondered why.
The memories were of me when I was a child, in elementary school. I remember living in such a small town that I could walk its distance in just a short time.
One place I went frequently was the small library. The memory went on further to the many times I ran my fingers across the spines of my vertical friends, until I found what I was looking for.
I was about seven years old when I began reading chapter books. Reading was never a challenge. I almost can’t remember not being able to. It is a love and gift I had almost taken for granted until I was blessed with a child who was challenged most in this area.
Through this challenge I have had to woo my child gently and show her why reading is really important, and an amazing gift we have been given. It was in my book-to-daughter wooing season that these memories began to come back to me.
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