I have always loved reading. In many ways, my entire life has been shaped by my enjoyment of the books I have read. In school we were always required to have a free reading book with us at all times. When we finished our assigned work, you pulled out your free reading book and didn't skip a beat. I don't sense that children have the same expectation placed upon them in schools today.
I recall the teacher posting a large chart that showed with a coloured star each book that we had read. It was a wonderful motivation but not necessary in my case. In junior high school, we practically fought over the new books when they arrived. I always had a book to read at school and at home.
The beauty of reading was always the wonderful world of fantasy or intrigue that it developed in my mind. Reading was a script for the movie that played in my mind as I followed the Hardy Boys or Tom Swift from adventure to adventure. Later I was able to enjoy dozens of classics from Swiss Family Robinson to Treasure Island. Again, I wonder if my grandkids or their peers ever read some of the classics or do they merely resort to watching the Hollywood movie instead of their own personal mind-movie.
The skills learned by recreational reading were also instrumental in any success I had academically in high school or university. My post-secondary education was founded upon a solid need to read, understand, interpret, analyze, and infer meaning from the printed word. Reading provided the foundation for my future learning.
In later life, reading has continued to hold a lofty place in my daily routines. I always have a book on the go, another one waiting, and a long list of books for pick up at the local library. While I prefer fiction, I also enjoy books of travel and the history and cultures of other countries. Today, much reading is also delivered online by my computer accompanied by wonderful photos, videos, and lectures. I feel very sad for the people who can read and do not. So many of life's real pleasures will be missed!