Growing up in a town with a population of seventy-four may sound absurd to some people. I was often asked what I did for fun. Despite Lyons’ small size, my sister and I always found something exciting to do to occupy our time. My parents would not allow us to have cable television because they said it would rot our brains. Instead of watching TV, we read books.
The library in the neighboring town was open until 8:00PM on Monday nights. This allowed my mom to get home from work and still take us to the library. My sister and I loved library nights. We would each check out a pile of books and camp out in the basement living room until the following Monday. When we made it through our own piles, we would trade books with each other.
These memories with my sister are irreplaceable. I remember being cozied up on the couch and she on the loveseat (she was and still is smaller than me). Each of us snuggled up with our blankies (despite being far too old to need a blankie) and a novel. Now, when I visit my parents’ house, I am brought right back to these nights when I smell that slightly musty basement scent.
These moments, that were really much bigger than moments, shaped the rest of my life. I treasure books and reading. My love for reading and literature helped me decide to major in English. Now, I have the best job: a reading teacher! To this day I read for pleasure any chance I get. I try to share my enthusiasm for reading with my students, but many days I fail. It saddens me that people stereotype reading as boring or for geeks. The smartest most interesting people I know are avid readers. One of those people is my dad, and I have never seen him read a novel. He generally sticks to Reader’s Digest or People magazine. He may not know much about British literature, but he can tell you the latest scoop on the Kardashians or Charlie Sheen. That’s valuable, right? I think so.
I understand not everyone is interested in curling up on their couch with a cup of strong coffee and the latest NY Times bestseller, but I do hope those people have respect for literature. It’s like me with math. I hate math, but I understand its importance, and I am fascinated by people who do not struggle with it like I do.
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The Displaced City Girl