Growing up in The Netherlands, my dad drove me to the public library each week in his black VW beetle. One night, I remembered that my books were due that night and so he drove me there in my p.j.'s. My dad told me stories, my mom read me books. They modeled to me that I could use my imagination. That stories could teach me and take me anywhere. The joy of books was one of the most important lessons they taught me. And they showed me through the enjoyment they themselves received from reading.
My own sons were avid readers. We traveled around North America once, for a whole year. Even after driving for several hours, they often didn't want to get out of the car when we did stop. They were into their books! Our trip often resembled a trip from bookstore to bookstore, from coast to coast to coast.
Now I am waiting for my first grandchild. I can't wait to show him how much fun books are. How books can show him the world. How fun, and sad, and beautiful and scary and interesting books can be. I hope he doesn't grow up too fast!