Take A Look, It’s In A Book

I was a bookworm growing up.  I was one of those kids who enjoyed extra books outside of school, and I happily took advantage of classroom libraries during school.  Back in my day, I didn’t have a Nintendo 3DS, a tablet, or a smart phone.  Books were the portable entertainment systems during my childhood.  Sure, I received a Game Boy from Santa one Christmas (I earned it – I didn’t dropkick anyone that year), but that thing went through 4 AA batteries like Homer Simpson on a doughnut binge.  Books were the most reliable and consistent way to spend time engaging your imagination.  I believe they still are, despite the distraction of modern gadgets and some bothersome thing called “the internet.”

I read through so many books as a kid it’s almost impossible for me to put together a comprehensive list of all my childhood books.  There are some titles I know I read but can’t recall anything.  For example, I know I read Welcome to Dead House by R.L. Stine, which is book 1 of the once popular Goosebumps series, but I can’t tell you the basic plot unless I look it up.  I can, however, recall elements from The Haunted Mask, which is book 11 in Goosebumps.  It’s the same thing with other series I enjoyed as a child: Nancy Drew, Hardy Boys, Bobbsey Twins (my love of mysteries started early), Choose Your Own Adventure, Amelia Bedelia, Clifford the Big Red Dog, The Berenstain Bears, and more.  Some stories I remember clearly, while others vaguely or not at all.  So I wondered: Which books do I remember best from my childhood? And why? After a few days of reflecting upon my early years (minus all the embarrassing moments, like wearing an eye-patch to school for a week after injuring my eye – pirate jokes got old real fast), I created a list of five books that even my faulty memory can’t erase: