Posted on 07/16/2019 at 08:00 AM by Sadye Scott-Hainchek
We posted a cartoon on Facebook last week about a kid sneaking a book — with his mother fully aware and loving it — and our followers went crazy in a good way over it. (Check it out at the bottom of this post.)
And they also shared their own excellent stories about sneaking in a page (or two ... or three ... ), much to our delight.
First we figured we’d pull our favorites and share on our blog, but that barely narrowed down the field.
So we grouped our favorites by topic and are sharing a dose each morning this week, to help you start your day on the right foot.
Sorry about any side stitches from giggling!
Valerie H.: When I was about eleven or twelve, I made a lamp-lighted reading space in my closet under my clothing, would close the door and read at night...until my mom caught me.
Pamela D.: Because I love to read and my children would not give me time to read when they were small, I took to reading in bathroom with door closed. I once read an entire book that never left the bathroom!
Deb M.: I had a time for lights-out as a kid. So, back in the day of electric blankets with the controller, there was a small light on it. Very tiny light and not very bright. But, I would get under the blankets and read by the lighted dial. Had to hold it really close to the book. Often read until 2 or 3 A.M. Then my parents couldn't figure out why it was so hard to get me out of bed the next morning. But, oh my, those books from age six or seven until junior high. So many books, so many heroes!
Donna C.: When my son was in the first grade, his teacher told me he was falling asleep in class. I didn't understand since he went to bed at an appropriate time. That night I saw the reason. He was reading with a flashlight under his covers!
Cynthia D.: I wasn't punished, but I have called in sick to work because I stayed up all night long reading a book of many pages. More than once.
Christa M.: I never got in trouble for reading (I always was a rule follower), but I have a fond memory of hearing that school was cancelled and asking my mom if I could stay up late reading The Stand when I was in seventh grade.