I can't remember when I started reading for hours at a time. I really can't remember when I discovered my drive to read at all.
It seems in those dusty corners of my memories that there was a time I didn't really like to read. Can that really be or is my mind playing tricks on me?...
Whatever the case, I do recall many books that I loved as a child.
Like this one, "What Do People Do All Day?" by Richard Scarry-
I still get lost in all those pictures.
Of course there was also, "Black Beauty," by Anna Sewell and, "Where the Sidewalk Ends," by Shel Silverstein.
But I've always been more of a series lover.
My brothers had a bunch of Encyclopedia Brown and Hardy Boys books that I would pilfer. I can't tell you how excited I was when I found the Nancy Drew books in my middle school library. Girl detective stories!
Then there's the Boxcar Children books, Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle, the Ramona books, and these-
I loved reading the Great Brain books and I don't know why. I am big on justice; abnormally so. The bad guy must always get his comeuppance. And T.D. never really got his. He'd weasel other kids out of their money or possessions. Sometimes he'd get in trouble, but even when he did he always had a way of passing on the guilt to someone else. Punk. And yet, I really enjoy those books.
And I think it would be a sin to blog about favorite childhood books without mentioning the Little House on the Prairie books.
I like this little jot down memory lane. I think I'll have to do it again sometime. Thanks, Chocolate on my Cranium, for the Wordfull Wednesday idea I was tempted enough to get in on!