When I look back on my childhood, it is hard for me to identify the specific point in time when literature entered my life. As far as I know, books have always been a friend to me, a retreat from the ordinary and an escape into unlimited worlds of magic. In fact, the earliest memories of my childhood consist of my mother reading such books as The Kissing Hand by Audrey Penn and Go, Dog, Go! by P.D. Eastman to me in the fading hours of the evening. Due to my mother’s insistence on reading to us, I gained a love for reading at a very young age, a love that was only cultivated with time.
Besides my mother, the first main influencer on my literacy journey came in the form of my first grade teacher, Mrs. Cramer. Mrs. Cramer took a special interest in me and with much patience and understanding of my personality, she worked with me to cultivate my reading skills, which eventually lead to me reading at Mass towards the end of first grade. She was a friend to me when it came to reading, and even supplied me with some of my favorite books as a child, the Junie B. Jones series by Barbara Parker. Though looking back on these books now the humor is not quite as effective on me, I remember these books being the ones that launched my reading career, and she was the one that introduced me to them. From this point on, my love for reading turned from a tiny spark to a raging fire.
I devoured the entirety of The Magic Tree House series early on in my childhood, and