My passion started with my Dad.
My Dad's bed time stories were the first stories I remember falling in love with. Whether it be a story he invented, or a re-tell of one of his favorite books, I loved it when my Dad told me stories. I often wonder what I might have become if my Dad hadn't read to me a as child. He introduced me to books like The Chronicles of Narnia, and, the book that would forever change my life, The Hobbit.
Growing up, I had more books than I had friends.
People often thought I was shy, in some cases, they even thought I was lonely, but I rarely felt alone.
I found greater friends with-in the pages of my favorite books than I did in other kids my age.
I never felt uncomfortable with being excluded. I never felt like I was a loner or a loser, and somehow, I never even realized I was different. Maybe it's because I spent so much time with my nose in a book, or maybe I just didn't care.
All I know is, although I did make friends eventually, I believe growing up as a book worm shaped who I am today. The more books I fell in love with the greater became my passion for fiction.
Some of my childhood favorites include Narnia, The Hobbit, The Sisters Grimm, Peter Pan, Pippi Longstocking, The Tale of Despereaux, The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane, Matt Cruse, East, Coraline, and Stardust.
The Photo-credit goes to my Dad.
You can see more of his pictures at
www.heinrichnikel.com
Thanks for reading to me Dad.
No comments:
Post a Comment