Write about a childhood memory related to reading.
For most of my childhood, we didn't have a TV, and so in the evenings, my mother read to my younger brother and me. Those are some of my happiest memories of my childhood. There was a big, scratchy, blue striped armchair in our living room, and Mom would sit in that chair, and Dave and I would try to crowd in with her, and she'd read us a chapter a night. I remember The Yearling; Old Yeller; Where the Redfern Grows (all three of us wept), among others. It was time well spent; Mom instilled a love of reading in both of us.