I remember the first book I ever read. It was called Spooky Sounds by Noodles. The moment that the words began to take form, and I could read them, it was off to the races! I always loved reading. I was that kid that relished silent reading time in class,…
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I was personally very lucky when I was young, because the importance of reading was expressed to me at an early age. My mother would spend hours reading out loud to my sister and I at bedtime. It was the highlight of the day ending by settling in for the…
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For the first six years of my life, I lived in the middle of nowhere on the Crow Reservation. My dad taught in a one-room schoolhouse serving local ranch families. I loved where I lived. My house was mostly quiet and afforded me ample time to think and imagine. Outside…
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Growing Up with Books: A Fun Adventure Reading isn’t just a hobby; it’s a ticket to endless adventures and a trusty guide as we grow up. From the first time we crack open a book, stories become our friends and teachers, showing us life’s wonders and lessons. Books are like…