Oh how I love a good book, it's a passion that seemed to hit me when I was a child and has continued throughout my life.
I would sit for hours, just reading, and then re-reading my favorite books. I would also take blank sheets of paper and trace the images I liked the most, then color them in.
I remember one such time, I was about 11 years old and I was in the living room. I had taken about a dozen of my loved books and spread them out on the carpet. I can still see their covers, the bright vivid colors, the innocent looking children going about their days.......I was so engrossed in the tracing of a particular picture that I didn't even notice that a bee was circling around me.
Don't ask me how that bee got in the house, I have no idea. But there I was, on my knees with my little butt up in the air, coloring away and next thing I know the bee stung me right on the butt cheek. Yowza! LOL
I never forgot that moment. And soon after my grandmother dealt with the stinger, I was right back in the same spot, as if nothing happened.
But what I loved the most about these books, aside from the cutesy stories, were the illustrations.
So very different from today's children's books. I much prefer the antique drawings, the families, the flowers, and even the text. Everything about those books screamed cozy and joy to me.
These were the images that etched into my mind. I always wanted to be the girls in the pictures with the cute flowing dresses, they seemed to have the best of times and go on the greatest adventures.
I probably won't shock you when I tell you that some of my most beloved stories involved little girls doing housework, helping their moms in the kitchen, or in the garden, always with a big smile on their faces.
Sometimes I sit and think about the books I read and I get such a strong yearning to re-read them, but unfortunately I no longer have any of those, they were given away over the years as my brothers and I grew up. But if only I could go back in time, grab those and safely stash them, keep them forever.
Oh I wish!
I think I'll start keeping an eye out for these when I'm at Goodwill and used books stores, you just never know what you may come across :)
So tell me, is there a specific book from your childhood that you remember fondly?