How could you not want to see that movie? I had the 1973 version when I was a kid. That song, Chin Up, brightens my day every time I hear it.
Before we could read on our own, my parents read to my sister, Leah, and I. My dad’s favorites were out of a book of bedtime stories—this included
Rumplestiltskin, Hansel and Gretel, and other classics; it was a treat for our Dad to read to us, as he was often tired when he came home from work. My Mom read to us most days out of our favorite picture books:
Goodnight Moon, Snowflake Bentley, Where the River Ends, and more. We had quite the collection. I learned to read pretty early on during elementary school and I remember the first chapter book I ever finished was E.B. White’s
Charlotte’s Web (and it is still one of my favorite stories). The
Little House on the Prairie series followed in its entirety, as well as
The Boxcar Children.
As a child, I was a complete and total bookworm. I would spend entire days lying on my bed, lost in a book. During our many family camping trips to Vermont State Parks during the summer vacations, my activity of choice was to read for hours. My sister always got frustrated because she wanted to explore, but I was content sitting near the fire having my own adventures within fantasy novels. Although my parents always encouraged my love of reading, they didn’t really have to. I went above and beyond when it came to meeting my 20-minute reading quota for every day.

When J.K. Rowling’s first book,
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, was released, I truly fell in love. I thought I loved reading before, but I had no idea.
Every year, I went to the book premiers at midnight and stayed up all night reading. While I was reading, believed I was part of the story. The photo on the left, taken by Ruby Kane, is my dear friend, Hannah Faesy, and I getting our copies of the 7th Harry Potter book at midnight. (Don't judge us based on our smiles...it was late, we had braces...) It’s still one of my traditions to re-read the entire Harry Potter series every summer. However, as soon as I hit junior year of high school, it all went downhill. I began to resent reading, because I only had time for what was assigned for various classes, and Ernest Hemmingway and Joseph Heller weren’t really my cups of tea. I also discovered a tool called
Sparknotes that summarized unappealing chapters online.

As for the rest of my family, they didn’t love reading like I did. Although my parents supported my reading habits, they rarely read themselves. My parents are both hard working and busy, they did not have a lot of spare time and when they did they were often too tired to read. However, when they did get a chance to read, which was really only when we took vacations, they really enjoyed it. I took this photo of my Dad, Kelly, reading The Sun Also Rises on the beach in Vieques, Puerto Rico. My sister dappled in reading when she was younger but it was never really her thing. However, both my sister and my parents were involved in my love of reading. Sometimes I read out loud after dinner. Most nights, they shut my reading light off after I had fallen asleep. I was always frustrated in the morning when they forgot to save my page.

My love of books increased my use of other mediums, as I’m sure it did for many of you. Books I loved were turned into movies that I would then watch.
Musical scores were created for those movies that fit specific passages in books. Podcasts were developed to discuss and analyze book series. The picture on the right are my roommates, Jill Spies, and Sophie Stern, and I dressed up for the premier of the latest Harry Potter movie, taken by self-timer. Podcasts were perhaps the most influential on my life today. Since I got my very first iPod, in my sophomore year of high school, I have been listening to a
podcast about Harry Potter theories and discussion. Because of this, I found other podcasts I like, as well. I also have expanded my use of technology. Without reading, I do not think I would be as studious, imaginative, creative, sensitive, or empathetic. Even though it is an activity that I often did on my own, my family definitely had an effect on my extensive experience with books.
At this point in my life, I would still call myself a reader. However, it is challenging enough to keep up with assigned readings for classes, so I do not often have spare time for recreational reading. Whenever I do have the time, I take advantage of it. To me, getting lost in a book is like a miniature vacation I can take any time I want.