tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232925697620699106.post2797420299817965412..comments2023-10-02T02:42:20.522-07:00Comments on Molly's Musings: "Turn The Page When Tinkerbell Waves Her Little Wand Like This..."Molly Danielshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488325587798390008noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232925697620699106.post-79516705666616477892015-05-18T14:11:52.005-07:002015-05-18T14:11:52.005-07:00That's supposed to read: "...told me how ...That's supposed to read: "...told me how proud she was that I *was not* dressed like one of the 12 Dorothy's from The Wizard of Oz..."Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10189014663959214715noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232925697620699106.post-5522550153688920822015-05-18T14:09:52.746-07:002015-05-18T14:09:52.746-07:00As many people know, my "childhood" read...As many people know, my "childhood" reading was a little more advanced than most. Primarily that was because my older sisters were a decade and more older than I. My sister M was the big reader of the family (although my sister B was the nerdy comic nut - and they both had a profound influence on my initial likes). M read to me often as a child. Mostly what she, a pre-teen/teenager, was reading. That meant a lot of Stephen King and such...as bedtime stories...at ages 3,4,5. <br /><br />I didn't have any of the talking books, but I did have access to my sister's library. The first book I really remember reading, on my own, with very little help except to know how some words were pronounced or what they meant, was Carrie by Stephen King. I must have been about 7. Of course I'm sure I read things by myself before that particular book; I was always happy to read or be read to. But I distinctly remember that book. It may have been because my mother was often (very nearly) berated for "allowing" a little girl to read such "adult books". My mom's statement was simple: I won't tell her how to think or what to read; I'll give her the tools to read and guide her as she develops her own likes, dislikes, and understandings of literature and the world.<br /><br />And mom did just that. She even went so far as to not ground a little girl who, when the school had "Come as your favorite literary character" day, chose to dress up like Carrie White...after the prom queen debacle. She simply picked me up from school, told me how proud she was that I was dressed like one of the 12 Dorothy's from The Wizard of Oz and took me out for ice cream.<br /><br />Yeah, I may not have read the traditional children's books until I was nearly an adult, but the important thing is that I was always supported in the fact that I was reading. :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10189014663959214715noreply@blogger.com