This is really more of my parent’s memory, but when I was a baby they put down a buck, a beer and a book and depending on which order I went to them would determine my personality later. I crawled to the book first, followed by the buck and beer. This described my demeanor perfectly, I’m a bookworm who hoards money under her mattress and thinks beer tastes like tar.
My parents reading aloud to my brother and I before we went to bed.
Receiving my first copy of Little Women from my uncle when I was nine.
Going to the midnight release party at Borders for Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. I didn’t dress up as Hermione but did get a free pair of Harry Potter glasses.
When I was in middle school my parents took my brother and I to a book signing of Jimmy Carter’s Christmas in Plains, he said it was nice to see young people there.
Going a book signing of Bill Clinton’s memoir My Life. I waited in line for 7 1/2 hours to shake his hand. He said he liked my John Lennon t-shirt and I vaguely remember saying thank you.
Discovering Jane Austen in High School
Reading Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire for the first time (in one sitting)
Reading the Little House books over and over and over again. + visiting her house in Mansfield, Missouri when I was 15.
Okay, I LOVE the book, buck and beer story. I would hope very strongly that had my parents done that, I'd have picked the same order! Books are awesome, beer is gross, money is a joyless necessity, simple as that. 🙂