28. The first book you can remember reading on your own.
Ah. Ummmm. Gosh. Now you’re really asking.
I’ve been reading for as long as I can remember. I’m sure there was a time when I couldn’t read but I couldn’t really tell you when that changed and even when I couldn’t my parents read to me so much that there were probably books I could recite off by heart as if I was reading them.
I know that I learnt to read from the 1, 2, 3 and Away! books which, for anyone unlucky enough to never have read them, were set in the Village with 3 corners and featured a cast of characters all named after their hats. There was Roger Red-Hat, Johnny and Jennifer Yellow-Hat and Billy Blue-Hat (and Percy Green, I don’t know what happened to his hat).
But what did I first read for pleasure? Alone and to myself? I have no idea. In fact I also asked my mum what it might have been and she didn’t know either proving how prolific a reader I was even then.
So some childhood reading memories:
- Trying to work my way through The Chronicles of Narnia but getting fed-up halfway through
- The two books mentioned in this post
- The trio of The BFG, George’s Marvellous Medicine and Matilda being the thickest book I owned
- Being scared out of my wits by The Witches and then by Carrie’s War
- Crying my eyes out at Charlotte’s Web
- An obsession with The Babysitter’s Club and Animal Ark
- Reading anything with a horse in it – Black Beauty, Follyfoot Farm, War Horse, The Saddle Club, Misty to name but a few
- Squatting on the tiny chairs at the children’s book section when I was far too old to be there to read masterpieces such as: Pass the Jam Jim, The Giant Jam Sandwich, Hairy McClary, Funnybones and Each, Peach, Pear, Plum
- Completing my library’s reading challenge of four tiers the year before I was eligible to participate (what age this was we can’t remember but I did get my picture in the paper and I was definitely younger than 11 because I was still at primary school)