Last month we house sat my mum’s place and I discovered on her bookshelf some favourite childhood books. I took them over to my regular babysitting gig and shared them with Mr 3. It was really nice to catch up again with The Ballon Tree, The Paper bag princess and Sally’s Secret. And to relive reading my brothers’ favourites to him: Peepo, I’ll always love you, Hurry Up Franklin and Edward the Emu.
Books provide such wonderful memories – not just the fabulous stories, but who read to you, where you were, how safe you felt.
One of mum’s favourite books to read to us when we were younger was The Selfish Giant. I still remember the voices mum did and how she always got teary in the same places. Mum actually gave us our own copies of The Selfish Giant last Christmas, so we can continue to share the story.
And last week I was looking for a children’s book to give a friend who had just had a baby. I saw Peepo and instantly thought back to how much my baby brother loved it. So of course I bought it, and I hope her little girl enjoys it just as much, 23 years later.
I would love to hear what your favourite childhood books were. Do you now share them with your children, nieces, nephews?
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