The day I first got lost in literature


For me, it was Black Beauty.  That was the turning point.  I know I was very young because my mother seemed very tall to my child’s mind.  I remember she used to make me read to her.  I also remember how much I hated having to try to learn the meaning of words by sounding out those letters and trying to change the meaning of those pesky letters on a page to a picture in my mind.  It was a tedious process, but my mother was a demanding taskmaster.  More and more words slowly translated into pictures in my mind as my eyes saw them on the paper.  She MADE me read for a certain amount of time every day…one fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish.  Then to add injury to insult, I couldn’t even relax in the car as I was asked to read all the signs I saw for a while whenever we went anywhere until I hardly had to look at the signs to tell her what they said!  The woman was relentless, and I felt tortured – forever!  I hated that stupid Jack and Jill and that dumb hill and all the rest!  I was tired of her pushing and making me work so hard every day!  It was painful to my head, boring and an awful waste of playtime!

However, after a while, I found myself slowing becoming resigned to the constant struggle with this ridiculous need of my mother’s to push me every single day to read out loud.  I still hated it, but I stopped fighting her as much.  Truthfully, I started to recognize a bunch of the words and the task slowly becoming a little less painful.  I was even starting to be asked to read to myself, but I was still required to tell her what I had read.  So, I still didn’t like it much, and I was still having a hard time, especially with new words and the requirement of using that dictionary she taught me how to use, but I was hitting a level of acceptance with the seemingly unending task.

I still remember when she handed me THAT book – stupid yellow cover with just a black horse on it! I could only groan!  I had just finished something tedious, but I have no idea what it was.  In any case, my mother gave me her usual tolerant smile and just handed me the book.  I remember thinking how unfair to have to read another boring book, and this one was really FAT, too!  But, I knew the drill, so off I went.

I can’t explain to you how hard or how fast I fell, but you should understand that to me, it was pure magic.  The next thing I knew I was in the story and in love with this gorgeous black horse!  I remember my own sense of astonishment and awe.  I was in the story, and I no longer saw the words on the page, but watched the story with my mind.  I couldn’t put it down, and I read for hours and hours!  That day, and that book, made me a reader and set me on the path to lifetime learning.  By the time I entered school I was a great reader for my age, and it has been my primary hobby and favorite pastime since the day my mother made me read THAT book.



About Barbara Gaddy

I'm an Income Property Acquistion Specialist. I guide and train new and inexperienced investors in acquiring and managing income property in order to create long-term, passive income. I also hold a Master's Degree in Library and Information Science and an Honors BA in English and American Literature. I have a business blog here: This is my personal blog. I hope you enjoy it.
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