Hey guys! I’m bringing back Filipino Friday here in my blog for the next three Fridays to support the first Filipino Readers’ Conference that will happen this coming September 14. I actually already skipped one Filipino Friday post last week, since I didn’t want to bore people with details about me. So I’m starting with the second non-Filipino-specific question, before moving on to the Filipino-centric ones for the next two Fridays.
Okay. Now that we have that out of the way, here’s this week’s question: How did you become a reader? What factors influenced you to take up reading as a hobby and why do you enjoy it so much?
My mom is actually a big reader. Coming into marriage with my father, she brought with her boxes and boxes of books. And instead of spoiling us with toys, my mom loved buying encyclopedias and bedtime versions of classic stories.
Growing up, I discovered my mom’s stash of Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys books, alongside the Bobbsey Twins and her Sweet Valleys. And I became so attached to these books that I would read everywhere–even inside moving vehicles, under my blanket (after lights out) and while walking! (Funny aside: while walking home from school one time, when I was around 8, I had my nose so deep in the book that I didn’t pay attention to where I was walking. I ended up knee deep inside a manhole, but I didn’t even mind–because I was already at the exciting part of the book! I did get a scolding when I got home though. Apparently, gutter water is not very easy to get out of white socks.)
It’s actually a miracle that I still don’t need to wear glasses.
I never knew any other hobby outside of reading, and playing make believe. I tried so many different types of sports, but I always ended up at the bleachers flipping through pages. I’ve played so many games, but I always end up enjoying only those with a good story attached to it–otherwise, I’d get bored and end up reading a book. Heck, there was a time in high school when I read the Lord of the Rings trilogy instead of studying for my exams! There’s just something about escaping to distant worlds and far-off places in the safety of your own bed (or floor) that always appealed to me–more than actual travel, or spending time under the sun, or anything else.
To conclude, I never became a reader.
I was born a reader.
Note: Credits for the Filipino Friday artwork goes to Tina of One More Page.