Tracey, age 33 and from Sheffield
My very first memory of reading was from when I was very small. I had just joined an infant school and, as part of our reading work, we were all taken out separately for a 1 to 1 session. I didn't like them much, they were boring. However, on one particular day, a teaching assistant came for me and we sat in the corridor outside the classroom. She directed me to a box of books and asked me to pick one, which I did. I then sat next to her and she turned the page.
"There's a blue sky and a squirrel...and the squirrel looks upset..." I delivered with the same matter-of-fact tone I always had in these sessions, 'reading' the story from the colourful pictures.
"No love," she stopped me, "this book has words...you have to read them."
Wow! I was in awe. Books with words were so much more interesting to a five year old than books with just pictures. I suppose this was where my interest with the written word began.