Why I Read Books
There is a periodic thought that rolls through my mind that I think at times is stimulated by something nostalgic. Nostalgia is often a feeling that comes to us when we think about the distant past. That thought has to do with my affinity to books. I am incredibly thankful that I grew up in a home where reading and books were highly promoted by my parents. My brother and I were latch-key kids in a time when culture did not seem to be nearly as confused and violent as it is now. Around the time I got in the seventh grade, our parents let us stay home during the summer and sort of keep up with ourselves. I am certain that there were those occasional times of sibling rivalry and bickering that naturally goes on between brothers but it is hard to remember any instances of that at this point in my life. What I do remember are the Saturday visits to the church for visitation and door knocking which was followed by a trip to the local library which in turn wa