I remember when I was a little girl, books were my friends,
apart from the toys I played with. My parents made me grow to love reading. My
daddy taught me how to memorize some of the books, like Mad About Madeline and
some of the I Can Read Books.
In school, my favourite part of the timetable was library
time, where I go to read either American
Girl Tales or The Baby Sitters Club.
Something funny tickles the back of my neck anytime, I see those books on the
shelves. Unfortunately, I was not allowed to borrow them.
My favourite time of the academic year was Open Day, not
because my daddy or mummy comes to check all the good work I did in classwork.
It was because, that day books are being sold. Books of all kind; novels, book
of knowledge, story books and all that you can think of.
At the beginning of this year, I was standing in front of
the bookshelf at my parents’ home in Accra and I saw some of the books I loved
to read when I was a little girl. I had nostalgia all of a sudden.
A Treasury of
Children’s Literature was one of my favourites. It had a collection of
stories, rhymes, American tales, fairy tales, poetry and some classics. I loved
their illustrations, they look so classy and professional.
Mad About Madeline was
one of the first books Daddy taught me to memorize. Up till now, I can memorize
at least 10 pages of the first story Madeline.
I read it over and over again, and that made me to start writing stories about
school life and boarding house life.
I am grateful for the fact that, I learnt to love reading.
It’s therapeutic and it’s a great feeling to get lost in a book.
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