My oldest son was read to from birth. We played music and books on tape for him in his crib, held him in our lap and read to him. His father read The Chronicles of Narnia series to him aloud  at the age of three and continues to read aloud to all the children. He learned to read at an average age. As we went about our day talking, we never used little words with him. When he was thirteen he took a Latin class which  put a  strong desire for English grammar in him.  After his second year of Latin, he desired to learn Spanish. We got him a tutor, he is in his second year, and this is where he was posed the question. "Where did you get your love of reading?" while he was conversing with his tutor in Spanish, she asked him what he did this week and he answered that he read. The conversation continued in English about how some people in her family liked to read and others didn't, he said the same. He told her that he figures his love of reading came from being read to all his life. He pondered it a while longer and talked about a book he read by George Orwell called 1984 that put a desire in him to read all that he could. He even enjoys  reading Shakespeare. We have a large budget and space for books in our home. His younger sister is like him, except she struggled to learn to read, when she got it, she went right past the beginning readers to The Lord of the Rings  while his younger brother could care less to read, and his youngest sister the same. Why do I enjoy reading? When I think about it, my parents read to me, encouraged me to read. I was a library assistant in elementary school and the librarian was an encourager - a mentor to my love of reading. I wonder, if he is blessed to be a father, will my son's children love to read?

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