Wandering the World
The Ground Beneath my Feet
This post is a part of a collaboration with Blog with Friends. Each month we choose a theme and everyone gives it their own special twist. This month's theme is "Read Across America" so stay reading until the end and you will find links for all kinds of lovely posts!
I have not always loved reading. When I was little, I used to see letters backwards and flipped all around. Sounding out words was torture; I wouldn’t have minded though if my classmates hadn’t seemed to grasp it so easily. They were off and reading in no time while I knew that I couldn’t read. I was successful at hiding it for a while though as I was good at memorizing so I would ask someone to read a book to me and then I would pretend to read it when someone asked me to do so. They caught on though because sometimes I would “read” words that were on the following page before I got there.
My mother and father read for several hours every single day, that is what they do for entertainment. Aside from that, I grew up on a farm in a remote part of California in the 70s so there was no TV, no radio, no nothing except a bookmobile that used to drive all the way up our dirt road once a month. Reading was what we did for fun so I muscled my way through the torture of sounding words out untill every single word was a sight word and I could read without struggling. Then I could enter all of those worlds that were so different than the desert that surrounded me. I most vividly remember going to Narnia via war-torn England.
Since then, I have traveled to many parts of the world physically, always with a book in hand. Join me as I take you on a literary journey across the globe.
Colombia - El Ruido de las Cosas al Caer (The Sound of Things Falling)