Written by Jamie C. Martin of Simple Homeschool
Butterfly in the sky, I can go twice as high
Take a look, it’s in a book, a Reading Rainbow”
Some stories are decades in the making. This is one of them.
It starts the summer of 1985–the year I rode my bike every weekday morning to Mary C. Williams Elementary School in my hometown of Wilmington, North Carolina.
I spent hours on a beanbag in the shady corner of the mid-grade novel shelves, curled up with Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and Pippi Longstocking. When the library closed at noon, I pedaled home again in time for back-to-back episodes of Reading Rainbow.
I look back on that summer as one of my happiest. I turned into a lifelong reader.
On the outside, it wasn’t a given that I’d become one. We didn’t have tons of books at home, and like many latchkey kids I watched a lot of television. But my mom took me to the library every third Monday, God bless her.
And with one flip of the dial I found LeVar Burton on PBS, always eager to read-aloud to me.