Nicolette Lovell, Assignment 1

I have been the epitome of a bookworm since I was a young child. Rather than following along with the math lesson in elementary school, I preferred to hide one of my new chapter books behind the glossy cardboard and thin pages filled with numbers and problems to be solved. My earliest memory of reading was when I was four years old on Christmas eve. My main focus was Santa of course, and how he was going to manage fitting through our abnormally small chimney; but I soon forgot about that once my mom began to read Chris Van Allsburg's The Polar Express. I was immediately drawn in to the vivid and beautiful illustrations and entranced by the exciting story. I remember wondering if later that night my house would be visited by The Polar Express and my sisters and I would be taken to the North Pole. It was a secret wish of mine every Christmas thereafter. I come across the book each Christmas and read it to myself remembering the magic it held for me as a child, it it one of my personal favorites and reminds me of the little girl still within me that believes in magic, the impossible, and Santa Clause (who to my great surprise, made it down my chimney.)