Books are an incredibly formative part of all of our lives.
The books we read as children stick with us forever – many of us can remember trying telekinesis after reading Matilda, imagining living on our own in the wilderness after reading Hatchet or My Side of the Mountain, searching the backs of closets for a door to Narnia after reading The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, or dreaming of escaping into the Met after From the Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler.
But what is the first book you remember reading? Not being read to you, but actually reading yourself?
For me it’s The Little Engine That Could. What about you?