My mom gave me the love of reading. From as early as I can remember, stories have been a part of my life. Now as an adult, I can’t recall all the late nights she stayed up with me, or the tears she wiped from my eyes. But I do remember the stories she read to me; Curious George, Cranberry Thanksgiving, The Story of Ping. There were so many more and I don’t know their titles, but the emotions that they conjure up are still there. Stories I have shared with my children, and hopefully they will share with theirs. A lifetime reader is not born, they are made. Hours of listening to words that transport a child’s mind to another world.
Thanks Mom for that gift.
Laurie Winter 