Originally published July 13, 2011, updated August 14, 2020
The Growing Up Years and Books
Earlier in my life, there was no way I’d call myself a bookworm, although I’d always wanted to be one. During my younger years, I did not enjoy reading but I loved books. I remember sitting on the floor at my grandmother’s house being mesmerized and a little scared by the pictures in the 3D version of Goldilocks and the Three Bears. I remember loving Tales from AESOP which my kids read today. Later in my upper elementary years, it was The Babysitters Club and Sweet Valley Twins. I didn’t read a lot of chapter books growing up, maybe just a handful. My attention span was short, reading didn’t come easy and I simply liked to do other things.
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