Over the past year or so, a friend and I have been discussing the prospect of rereading books from our childhoods. Of course, this is a daunting task because as a young child, I read everything I could and I couldn’t even possibly name half of the books I borrowed from the school’s library. It is primarily the books I collected that I remember the most however.
At the age of five, I remember attending my elementary school’s book fair with my mother and picking out two books that had caught my eye. These books were my first introduction to Ann M Martin’s Babysitters Club. These books were #55 Jessie’s Gold Medal and #60 Mary Anne’s Makeover and they stayed in my collection until about six years ago when I gave my series to two neighborhood girls who I had hoped would love the books as much as I once had.
As I look back on my childhood, I realize books were a important part of my growing up. It was through books that I first learned the changes a young woman goes through as she hits puberty, I experienced my first heartbreak and I learned the importance of friends. It is these fond memories that leave me wanting to relive it all. And so I am embarking on a mission.
No matter how long it takes, I will be slowly making my way through several series I had once loved as a child. For the time being, I will be working through The Babysitters Club, Goosebumps, and R.L. Stine’s Fear Street series. Hopefully, I will be able to move on to other authors and series that I had once enjoyed. But for now, I look forward to indulging in the fond memories of my childhood.