This week's topic: What's your favorite reading memory?Mine is definitely sitting in our front yard, on a blanket, under a huge oak tree with an umbrella and my book. The gentle patter of rain that made it's way through the branches on my umbrella as a story transported me to another time and place. It was magical.
I still find myself longing for those moments again. I'd also sit out in the winter (I did it all the time) bundled in a blanket under the same tree.
My mom sold that house and land about five years ago, and it broke my heart. I will drive by it sometimes just to stare at that tree and remember myself as a little girl sitting at its base.
That is my favorite memory. What's yours? Hop over to YAHighway to see what everyone else has to say.
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Thanks for baring with me as I adjust to my new job and schedule. It has been incredibly hard to make all my blog rounds, but hopefully I'll fall into a routine soon.
6 comments:
it sounds magical.
Oh my god, my heart just broke. That sounds magical and tragic and BLUH. Great post, Holly.
And keep kicking ass at new job. <3
Congrats on the new job. I hope you find a new magic tree soon.
Awww - that is such a beautiful memory. I hope another little girl is appreciating that tree as much as you did.
And YAY for the new job!
congrats on the job! And awww... your tree. :o|
I remember being at summer camp and they had a tiny library (it was like an old broom closet w/a bookshelf). I loved the way it smelled--like old books. And there was an ancient couch crammed in there and a tiny window unit...
wow. just remembered that.
EXCELLENT post! :o)
What a sweet memory! I think trees and books are soul mates, and not just because trees make books. :)
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