One of my first memories of books was a couple of LP records my grandfather sent me in when we were stationed in Spain.. They were recordings of Snow White and a tour of It's a Small World in Disney and the Haunted Mansion. The records covers contained read along books. I remember listening to the stories and pretending to read the words at the bottom of the pages. I loved those stories. I also remember how pro-book my mom was growing up Books were to be respected. Honored even. I remember her telling me books could take you to any place you want to go and they were an escape from the real world when you needed to get away from the here and now. When I got in school I didn't get a really good start at reading. My first grade teacher was expecting her first child and she wasn't really concerned with teaching us how to read. I did learn how to copy letters off the board and color between the lines. But as far as learning to read, it didn't happen. Thanks to that I hated reading all through school. It wasn't until I was a young adult that I started liking to read again.Now I wish I could just sit and read all day long. Life is funny like that, isn't it?