In honor of the first few snowfalls we have had here in Jersey thus far this winter, I have dedicated today’s blog to a special memory of mine. This specific memory is the product of a magical book titled “SNOW”. Although the book was not truly magical, it gave my siblings and me something to look forward to every winter. On the nights we read “SNOW”, we knew that the magical book would leave snow on the ground in the morning. As I said before, the book was magical; it never failed. Of course, in order to keep the magic of the book alive, my mom chose the days in which we could read the book. I never questioned her reasoning as to why we could only read it certain nights. After all, we couldn’t wear out the magic…

When I was finally old enough to figure out my mom’s secret behind the book’s magic, I smiled. Of course the magic behind the book was gone, but what made me smile was my mom’s enthusiasm and persistence with the book. Looking back on the entire experience now, it’s hard for me not to smile and be filled with childhood wonder and awe whenever I look back on the memory. Isn’t amazing how an object like a book can create such warm memories whenever we look back on them? Who would have ever thought that a story could have such an impact on our lives. Of course, much of this memory was influenced by my mom, but without the book itself, there would not even be a memory. I’m certain that everyone has had an experience such as this at least once in their life. Whether it be “The Night Before Christmas” or just your favorite childhood novel(s), there has to be a book that you can attach to a memory. So tell me, what’s your favorite “book memory?”