My Earliest Literary Memories

when I was a child, one of the best things that I could remember was when mom would come into my room at night and read to me from my book of giant tales. That was one of my earliest encounters with Literature. I found the book itself almost addicting, no matter what happened I could always drift off into a world of giants, legends and make believe. Hear things ended the way they where suppose to, happy. As I and or my mother would read to me these tales my mind would wonder off and I prayed to God that it would never come back, because I would rather live in my imagination than have to be or do anything else.

Another set of literature that I came to love a few years later was Hank the Cow-dog. Things where always an adventure with hank, I would refuse to put the book down because i had to know what was going to happened next. Hank the Cow-dog was funny, adventurous, and thrilling all at the same time no wonder an 8 year old loved it so much.

As I progressed into the age 10/12 I became very interested in William Shakesphere. Mostly because of the way he thought. I would take every line of his works and I would dissect them, wondering the reason behind each gesture, personality and emotion. I loved reading something that forced myself to imagine myself in a situation where either outcome had a serious penalty.

Now I only get to read my school material. I do not have much time to do much of anything else but if i did I would also read Edgar Allen Poe. Story's that he tells such as the pendelum cause my mind to wonder what would I ever do if I where caught in a situation such as that. Literature to me has always been about reading to gain new patterns of thought and reason, to question your own thinking and to test your own theories and beliefs. Like I do now when I have time I will continue reading mind strangling works, theories and philosophies because Literature for me is no longer entertainment but a time to grow in ones thought.