My friend JD is
participating in
Blogathon 2006. He writes:
Money raised from your
sponsorships will be donated to
First Book, an organization that fosters reading among low-income children.
Subsequent discussion has veered into reminiscing about our own first memories of books. In my highly literate crowd, most people can't remember a "first book" so much as a group of early books they had contact with. What a privilege! What a bounty! Reading has been a great joy to me from a very young age. I learned to read early, I was fortunate that I took to it naturally. My ability to read (and following that, to write) has carried me far in my life. I'm aware that this is not the case for everyone.
Interestingly (to me anyway) is that my fondest memories of books from that "early exposure group" are of old stories that had been published thirty or forty years before I ever touched them. In fact, when my daughter was born, some of the first books I bought for her included reprints of those classics:
Mike Mulligan and His Steam ShovelThe Story About PingThe Story of FerdinandBlueberries for SalCaps for Sale