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One of the great things about raising kids in Ottawa (and even small town Ontario) is that even if you are poor you have access to books. We had a television but to get more than one channel someone had to stand on the back of the couch holding up a metal clothes hanger attached to a wire attached to the back of the set.
We read a lot. I am happy to say that all three of my adult children read constantly. I don't even think going to school is as important as learning to read and then to navigate a library index. This is something I have to thank my parents for too. I grew up seeing people reading. My father went to the library every Saturday and always picked out several novels. I liked picture books. Dr. Seuss was my favourite. I struggled to learn the rules and no other rule breaker could make me laugh the way he could.

I was a quiet kid but learned to love words. And my love of words started in the community library's children's section.

My kids' dad and I shared the love of reading from our collected children's books to our kids. The Muddle Headed Wombat was a definate favourite. I think it was first a radio series in Australia and then later turned into a bunch of books. The illustrations were lovely and the stories hilarious and sweet. I think he took this one. I would love to find a copy. I am pleased to see it is still available in print. Maybe I will save up for next Xmas...
Another favourite was this book. I think I still have it. I will go and find it. .I got pretty good at doing different voices for all the animals. When you are a Tiger, all you want is Trout with bread crumbs, that is all that will make you feel better. bearandtiger