When I was asked to write a literacy narrative, I almost cried. Seriously? My love for reading practically began when I was hatched many moons ago. I don’t have real specific events or teachers, but I did have my parents that affected my love for reading. I was raised in a blended family, meaning that my biological parents divorced and remarried when I was quite young, and I was raised in two households, before it was cool. My four parents worked a lot, so frequently I was given blank checks for the book fairs, which was awesome. With four working parents I spent a lot of time alone to raise hell or whatnot and I chose to live in the fantasy world of books. Lots of books. I read for company, for inspiration, for fun.

         I remember one specific book fair in junior high in Glendora, I walked through the door into a well-lit room that had a musty smell of worn but gently read books on the library shelves, and fresh new paper from the books lined up on the temporary shelves of the book fair.  Stories of furry animals, and sporting events, books about little girls raised on a farm and books about horses. Books full of jokes, and books about movies. So many choices, I wanted to take them all. I wanted to read them all, to read about everything. I filled up my arms with as many books as I could, pulling out the blank check from the parents. I love picking up a book and being pulled into the story with the descriptive details and charming characters.

         Some of my favorite books growing up were the Little House on the Prairie series, and they are way better than the tv show. The stories of the girls pouring maple syrup in the snow to freeze it like candy, and the way that Ma made dinner and the stories about their teacher and Nellie the brat. I have so many memories, and have passed down my books to my children.

 Some others that have stayed with me throughout the years is Edgar Allan Poe The Tell Tale Heart. If you haven’t read it, please do. And Shel Silverstein books, a Light in the Attic, and Where the Sidewalk Ends are probably some of the greatest things I read as a child. As I got older The Diary of Anne Frank, and Zodiac, which was an interesting nonfiction read about the zodiac killer. I also read about the zodiac signs too. I read the entire original one hundred and something books of Sweet Valley High, and I read about Nicola Tesla.

 As I got even older I read books about beauty, cosmetology, real estate principles, ethics, finance, and a couple of amazing books by Joel Osteen. John C Maxwells Developing the Leader Within You, The 5 Levels of Leadership, and Ethics 101 are awesome. Feel The Fear and Do it Anyway, How to become a Rainmaker, and The Millionaire Next Door will be found on my bookshelf, and my library card has miles on it with my fascination of crystals, Indian traditions, and the meaning of dreams. I truly believe that reading is super important in expanding your perspective and you cannot learn too much. Knowledge is key

          When I was younger I would read entire books at a time, because who would want to stop/ It would be like walking out in the middle of a movie, and coming back another day to watch the end. Books inspired me to write, mostly poetry but also some short stories. When I was 16 my step mother, who was a talented artist, wanted to start a greeting card company with my short poems and her art. She encouraged me to read, taking me to the library when she could, and  to write, I think I was the only kid I knew who loved the stationary store. She had a huge impact on my reading and writing and after her death I struggled with writing but I still try.

        I learned how valuable reading is and how important it is to teach children, so as I hatched my offspring, I began to read, teach them to read and encourage them to read, buying them books as they need. One hatchling loves to draw, I buy books on drawing, another hatchling loves to write, she gets journals. Reading is such an amazing way to use and expand your imagination. My writing might have tapered off with the business of life, but not my love for reading and my passion for enriching the lives of my children and other children with books and reading. Now I am the one sending the blank checks to the book fairs.