The Joy of Reading and Writing
Winter nights by candlelight she fantasized and read until her mother brushed her hair and tucked her into bed. Springtime afternoons in the windy oak tree swing she read more until the dinner bell would ring. Summer days, before the heat, she sat beneath the apple tree; the pages turned as her fingers let the words go free. The autumn chill had no effect behind her father's shed as another book she chose herself finally was read. Each year this ritual was repeated every blissful day as father worked, mother cooked and neighbor kids would play. Month-by-month she fed her soul and mind as she would slowly age more consumed as her eyes moved flowingly across each page. Weeks were filled with borrowed stacks from family and friends and passed along to other kids as the lending never ends. Day-by-day she cherished all the time the chapters quickly flew as her daughter, book in hand, the same as her mother grew. ***** There are many ways to enjoy reading, just as ther...