Remember when you were a kid and there was never enough time in the day to just read? Between school, homework, chores, eating and sleeping you couldn’t wait to dive headfirst back into your book and lose yourself in the old wardrobe, explore haunted coves, fall down the rabbit hole or tour Middle-earth.
But then bedtime would arrive. Soon it was time for lights out. You waited for your parents to go back to watching television before you grabbed your flashlight from under your pillow along with your book and continued reading.
I remember long road trips to family functions where I would read, squinting my eyes at the fading words until they were blotted out by the absence of sunlight. Then I would resort to my trusty old flashlight to allow me to read on under the cover of my jacket that I dragged over my head so as not to disturb my parents with the light coming from the flashlight.
Such simple, sweet joys.
Reading is still like that for me. Although I do not need my old flashlight to read anymore. We now have such things as Kindles with lights or iPads that allow you to read without light and yes booklights you can attach to an honest-to-goodness REAL book.
But I still say there’s something special about hiding under the blankets in bed or a jacket in the back of the car with flashlight in hand. All the while hoping and praying your parents won’t put the skids on the reading for the night for fear you’ll “ruin your eyes”. Not that I have to worry about such things nowadays, mind you! Still it is fun to reflect and remember those times.
May we all feel such exhilaration about reading – always and forever.