On a dreary, drizzly day Gareth and I decided to have a root through some old boxes in the garage, having long forgotten what they contained.
This is Gareth, who I will refer to in the future as the Hubster, because thats his official title.
And a very lovely Hubster he is but thats a topic for another day - maybe!
We opened the first box and 2 hours later, we were still pouring evocatively over its contents. The first thing that hit us was the smell, that dry, old musty paper smell. Strewn randomly were some of the cherished books from our childhood.
As we both turned yellow aged page, after yellow aged page we were both transported back to 7,8,9 and 10 years old. "Oh wow! I forgot I had that one!", "I loved this book, look how dog eared it is"
Hubster definitely had rufty-tufty boys books! Well on the main, he got some stick for Paddington Bear!
I did not!
I remember the Water Babies with such fondness as my Grandma would read it to me as some of the words were very long for an 8 year old!
Sometimes we comended each others book choices, more often than not Hubster ridiculed my "girlie" selection but one thing is sure, it was a unexpectedly lovely way to wile away 2 hours on a dreary, drizzly day. Back in the box they all went. Neither of us could bear to part with them.
Book. Definition: A collection of sheets of paper, or similar material, blank, written, or printed, bound together; commonly, many folded and bound sheets containing continuous printing or writing.
No, no, no, so much more than that, just so much more than that.
Do you still have your childhood books, do you remember a very special one?
