Today we’re going to reminisce about childhood – if we can remember that far back. My earliest memory involving books is my Dad reading to me. When I was older, I read my way through the school library pretty quickly – small school – and moved on to the city library – also not that big.
I spent countless enjoyable hours on the couch, bed, or porch swing with Nancy Drew by Carolyn Keene and The Bobbsey Twins by Laura Lee Hope. Looking on the Barnes & Noble website, I noticed Nancy has been given an updated look, but The Bobbsey Twins covers are the same or without pictures. It was nice to see these books are still around. During my volunteer days at the school library, the Nancy Drew books were still pretty popular, but no sign of The Bobbsey Twins. I saw a lot of Judy Moody being checked out. The first “horror” book I remember reading (although it wouldn’t be classified as horror by today’s standards) was Summer of Fear by Lois Duncan when I was in third grade. It’s still available on the B&N website – I couldn’t believe it. Not long after that, I discovered Stephen King and was a goner.
With two sons, I don’t have to tell you they’re unfamiliar with Nancy and the twins. However, my younger son and I read numerous books of The Magic Treehouse Series. These books were all educational, with the MC’s traveling back in time to some historical event or place, and also entertaining. He loved these books and I was a little sad when he grew out of them, but he’s become more of a reader than his older brother. My oldest son had an early love of dinosaurs and we read everything he could get his hands on. During a unit on dinosaurs in kindergarten, his teacher informed me my son had corrected her about some facts – and he was right. Yes, I was proud. These days, unless it’s Sports Illustrated, Entertainment Weekly, or something required for class, he’s not reading.
I can remember asking my Dad years ago what books he enjoyed reading as a child and he said Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson and Swiss Family Robinson by Johann Davis Wyss. According to my youngest son, my Dad is “the oldest person he knows” (not true), and if he can remember, surely you can too, so let’s get some comments going. What did you read? What did you read to your kids? Share!