As far back as I can remember, I loved books. My favourite past-time was taking the book I was reading and finding a quiet place to read: my bedroom, the shade underneath the tree in the garden, the sofa in the lounge. I would turn the pages for hours, engrossed in the story and the lives of the characters on the pages.
As a certified bookworm, my favourite gifts were those that gave me the written word. My mother and grandmother understood my desire to receive stories – especially the series’ written by Enid Blyton: The Famous Five and The Secret Seven. Between them, my collection expanded each year. I had many hours of enjoyment reading these stories again, and again … and again. I looked forward to December as this was a time when my collection was added to: from both Christmas and birthday gifts. I would open these presents knowing I would unwrap a book – it was just a question of which title.
The gift of books encouraged my desire to read and has helped with my reading fluency. The gift of reading is one I am always thankful for as my fluency has stood me in good stead during my school career, and even during my life as an adult. It is now a gift I wish to pass onto my own children.
What was your favourite childhood gift?
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2013