I just read this post and was inspired to do something like this myself!
For as long as I can remember, i've always had my nose in a book. My mum and her best friend both taught me to read and write at a young age and I remember feeling grown up because whilst other kids were being told bedtime stories, I was finding them for myself. I was definitely one of those kids that hid under the covers with a torch so I could read way past my bedtime. I feel lucky that I come from a family of readers and that books and imagination have always been encouraged and supported.
In all honesty, I don't remember many of the books that I read growing up but some have definitely stayed with me. When I talked to my mum about writing this post, the first thing she said I should mention is Roald Dahl.
At the time I was reading Roald Dahl, I was also discovering Enid Blyton. I genuinely wish that I had read more Blyton as a child as I fear the magic will be somewhat lost on me now. However, I particularly loved the Amelia Jane series and The Children of Cherry Tree Farm.
As I grew up, I was still much the same; reading anything I could get my hands on. I read Julius Caesar at the age of 7 and quickly learned to love Shakespeare's sonnets before finding Macbeth and loving it every bit as much as I do now. Shakespeare taught me to love the words and the language in equal parts to the story itself.
I couldn't imagine a childhood without the adventures, mysteries and magical moments that I have experienced because of literature. Even the simplest of books have taught me valuable lessons and more importantly, have taught me that imagination is one of the greatest things that we have. For as long as there are words to read, I will be reading them!