Mum inspired a love of reading
Getting up at some ungodly hour on Christmas morning and running out to the tree to see what Santa had left holds very special memories for me. Amidst the colouring books, a new set of colouring pencils and the chokky treats there would always be a book. Santa seemed to know that I loved books and as far back as I can remember there was always a book under the tree every year!! I had my own little library collection as the years went by, now I have bookshelves floor to ceiling crammed full of books, you can never have enough books I reckon.
Even before I started school Mum would take us kids to the local library when we went to the local shops. It was only small, it didn't have a big selection like the libraries of today but I never came home empty handed. I was only allowed to borrow a couple of books as we had a fair walk home and since the books were my responsibility I had to carry them in my library bag, a calico bag that mum had lovingly made for me with my name fancy embroidered on the front. And so began my lifelong love of reading. I loved going to the library but found it so hard to decide what to borrow, I wanted to take them all. In the end it was mum who helped me, she suggested one fiction book and one non-fiction book, one for pleasure and one to learn from. To this day I always borrow a mixture of fiction and non-fiction books plus a few more biographies now.
Thanks to my wonderful mum I now work in a library, each day surrounded by the many authors I grew up with and many wonderful non-fiction books that hold a wealth of knowledge. It always brings a smile to my face when a child borrows a book for the first time their journey just beginning.