Now to be honest, my first book memories are of those super simple learn-to-read stories. The large, square, orange books. They had simple characters and probably used a total of 20 different words. Spot, Dick, Jane, Baby… they were obviously basic. Monosyllabic and no tricky words. Probably under ten pages.
I can’t find any examples of the actual kind I remember having bins and bins of in my classroom, but here’s another example from a popular series that pretty much hits the mark. Not the most challenging or interesting read, of course.
The first real book
For my purposes, I’m going to argue that those are more like a learning tool. Because there was one book that I distinctly remember checking out from the library so many times that I probably should have just asked my parents to buy a copy. Frankly, that never even crossed my mind.
It was probably when I was 7 or 8 that I discovered the joy of Snot Stew by Bill Wallace. It’s a chapter book that’s just under 100 pages. The story is about two kittens who are adopted into a human family and learn what it’s like to eat human food like stew, have to put up with the games the human children like to play (like “Dress The Cat”), and play some risky pranks on the neighbor’s big dog, Butch.
Knowing myself, it’s completely unsurprising that one of the first books I loved enough to wear out completely and remember years later was from the perspective of animals. I love that! Still do. The Warriors series was near and dear for a long time. I should make my next Khajiit named Fireheart….
Oh man, I digress. Taking a trip down memory lane, here. Anyway, the story is really cute with hints of danger and some character growth through lessons of morality. I loved this book.
And now… the confession
I might have stolen this book. Kind of.
To be honest, I really do mean that “might” because I have no idea anymore if my child self was scheming enough to deliberately not return this book to the library, or if I just forgot because I re-read it so often. I have no idea. But regardless of why, this was definitely a library book, and it was definitely in my bedroom for years. (Though I did eventually return it before I left that school.)
It lived between the plants on the window ledge over my bed, right in reach from my reading spot. My cat also had a penchant for getting up there and knocking the book, as well as the plants, onto my bed. She was as mischievous as the kittens in the story! Good thing I was prepared after reading this. 😎
Do you remember?
Do you remember what the first book you read was? Or the first that made a big impression on you? Have you ever long-term borrowed one from the library? 😬 I feel like it’s so hard to remember that far back, and especially the details. My mom once confirmed that she read to my brother and me a lot when we were kids, but I absolutely do not remember that at all.
2 thoughts on “Memories of & a confession about the first book I remember reading”
I remember checking “The Little Engine that Could” out of the library over and over again. I don’t think the story itself made much of an impression on me, but I checked it out because it was comfortable. I knew exactly what shelf it sat on in the library.
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I love that reasoning! I definitely watched that movie a ton, but there were some parts that scared me that I would skip. xD