I remember being a six years old little girl watching my bigger sister learning how to read. I wanted to be like her in that moment. I wanted to be able to pronounce those sounds, to be able to put them together and be able to understand the words in a book. I was so eager to learn how to read that it became almost an obsession.
Not so long after I was able to read my first book. And that was: The Brothers Grimm Fairy Tales:
As a child I always had a big imagination. Stories like Rapunzel, Hansel and Gretel, Cinderella were transporting me in this amazing world in which nobody could harm me. These stories with such happy endings were giving me the hope that eventually, regardless of what I was going through, everything will end up alright.
As an adult my perception of life and happiness and happy endings changed a bit. And I realized that the stories that gave me so many hopes as a child are not exactly what I thought they were. The book that I read as an adult made me see even more that children want to see the good in everything, while adults see mostly the bad:
Regardless if the fairy tales end good or bad The Brothers Grimm books always made me dream. And of course the cat cannot miss the books: 🤔🐱📖
What is a book that you enjoyed as a child and have it today as well?
Thanks for reading!