Reading: How It All Began.

When I started reading, I didn't knew I was reading books.

My dad is big on reading and from a young age he encouraged such action, consequentially he used to buy all types of fairy tale books at reach.

Of course, in my young mind fairy tales didn't count as books in fact, I , like all kids despised books, just as much as I loved watching T.V. and eating candies.

I remember that I used to visit my cousins houses and look everywhere for their books, which their parents bought and were left unused. I didn't even notice, but it was such my thirst for those stories that I started reading short versions of big books like: The Secret Garden, Heidi and  and Anne of Green Gables.

But then came the dreadful in which all those books were read and reread so many times they were starting to lose they're appeal. So, I bravely went into my dad's shelf and found the book that changed my way of seeing the world.


The Chronicles of Narnia.


I just lost myself in Narnia, it was bliss and I was in heaven. For that afternoon, next to my bed on the floor away from everyone's sight I found a new world through words unlike any other place. And the good news was it was just like a fairy tale only much longer!

From their I went and read other Narnia books, Treasure Island, Around the World in 80 Days and other books I'll never forget or I have now forgotten them.

I believe it's important to remember how things begin, so we can evaluate how things are going and if we're doing things right. Because regardless of what we are now or what we will become it's always important to remember your roots. And for me Narnia started it all with the help of a Lion, a Witch and a Wardrobe.