The idea is to pick a photo and explain the meaning behind it.
Today I have chosen this photo.
|Some of my (modest!) collection of childhood books|
Well - like anything that stays with us, they have a history. a very special and dear history, which I think of every time I see them.
These are the books that started my love of reading; where it all began.
The books that my Nana bought for me in the charity shop one Saturday morning.
The ones she knew I loved, so collected them for me when she was out.
The books that we read together, one after the other, and talked about, passionately with each other.
The books we bought each other for birthdays (we shared a birthday day - I was born on her birthday) in hard-backed, new versions, each desperate to read, so the other could too.
The books that I read in the dim light at bedtime, right into the early hours.
The books that instilled in me a sense of adventure and lust for life and an ability to expect the unexpected.
These are the books I have carried through at least 10 different house moves, each at different stages of my life; child, student at college, University undergraduate, mother of one, mother of two...
The books that started me on my journey, on the path which has led me to the life i have today.
These are the books that I am holding onto for my children.