Today you are all in for a special treat. My mother is here at my books. my life. to share some memories of me as a young reader. My parents encouraged me to read at a very young age and I am forever grateful for that (I genuinely think the jump I had on the other kids in kindergarten kept me on the “advanced” track the rest of my time in school). So without further ado, my mom:
Some of my memories of Michelle as a young girl learning how to read
My first memories are of Michelle wanting to be read to every night before bedtime. She would pick a book and we would sit in her bed and I would read her the book. Michelle also looked forward to going to the library for story hour and then picking out books to take home. Michelle had quite a collection of books at a very young age.
I remember her kindergarten teacher being impressed with her reading ability and interest in books at such a young age.  When she wanted an American girl doll it was based on the books that she read on the doll not on how the doll looked.
I knew that Michelle would grow up to be an avid reader when she was very young because while most kids wanted a toy when they were being rewarded, for Michelle it was a book. That being said it was no surprise to me when she chose to be an attorney. I am also very proud of the young adult that she has become.
Thank you, mom, for sharing your memories with my readers today. And thank you again for nurturing my love of reading.
What is your fondest memory of reading as a child?
 I also had quite the collection of clothes 😉
 Mrs. Beiber (no relation to Justin that I am aware of)
 That’s why I kept a nightlight long after most kids abandon theirs
 I had Molly. Molly was by far the least popular.
 If only I could read American Girl books in my old bedroom with my nightlight for a living
 I assume she means young adult in the I-am-an-adult-and-also–young-sense and not in the vampire-loving-emo sense