Early, I get used to books. They were everywhere: on shelves, in the headwaters of the bed, in the hands of my mother, I
felt happy in the package - my brother and I - through stories that sometimes read, sometimes inventive, sometimes only to recount their own words. Ah! Aside from the wonderful drawings that outlined, drawing on texts, which was in amazement, at the dexterity with which they handle, both the word on the features and cores.Por turn, my father - perceptive reader - books collected, the purchased, received, exchanged, I, had the gift of rhetoric and writing. Read, speak and write with mastery odd. His specialty, the history and facts: posts, no illustrious figures went outside to his eyes and investigative. With idealism and claw at a time when meager resources could prevent the realization of dreams, he - my father - published the Araras Album (1946). Today I wonder how this was possible, amid the beauty of the edition of the voluminous work of writing, research. Answer me then, that want to do, the wish to achieve something, the wish to perpetuate it, the wanting to help posterity, will override any adversity that may proporcionar.Assim the way I learned to read, even before knowing read. Read through the reading of my parents. They, in turn, I went through a literate way smoother - than the book of books, of course - because we had so many schools today, as we see, nor the small family left the meeting, to spend endless hours in the hands of educators many. Mothers filhos.Crescia the frontline of education then, in the midst of books. They were my family more. So the time passed and I could read them, I could leave them to my head. How many times, found me, then, entering early in the eagerness to get to the end of reading, which was more interesting. Heard of his room, telling my mother that I was sleeping and left the reading for another day, the book would not flee from me. I, however, felt tired, or at least understand the advanced time. It was him - the book - to seduce me, which I had company, I am transported to places never imagined. He was part of my time and life outside perpetuate it. What delight it was, then when I could travel to Araras, city of my parents, and there I am with my grandmother Ana This reader also great. Around you fotonovelas occupied a small wooden cabinet, a corner, a wicker basket also housed many others. I enter another world of reading. Garimpo those magazines and delighted me with photos of the good guys and ladies in love stories that fascinated the most séptico.Minha grandmother then said to me little: - Ah! If your father know that I let you read those magazines. Clear to him that was not the desired reading for your daughter. But I liked was me different, after all, if my grandmother read that there could hardly be hidden - no, of course. And the obvious: traded information about the readings, so I grew up between several players. At night, while my grandmother - and her crochet inseparable - Sit on your network, my aunt on his accordion, performed parts and more parts that we would be selecting and requesting presented. This, however, was not like to read, then asked me, like as not, if what I was doing was nothing more than deciphering signs, musical notes which were deposited in those guidelines, but that was a reading - the reading of symbols. And with that mastery and dexterity read and scroll through your fingers in those white and black keys. Ah! Beautiful memories of books, readings and leitores.Minha grandmother and my mother no longer part of my universe, just left beautiful memories of those wonderful moments. Today, my father - the eighty-eight years - still reading and writing ceaselessly. I became a librarian and I live among books and reading. Time or other venture to write, understand the natural way that the books in the drive. They make us rich in vocabulary, give us skill to play with words, give us verbal fluency, encourage the practice of the exercise of writing. Make us readers authors. This is the magical world of books. My son, musician, musicoterapeuta, which was used in that universe, added several values of knowledge, writes music and performs on his guitar. Reading it gave the perception to develop drawings of all sorts too. Familiarity with technology is unique, creating websites and logos, which are spread around. This is the universe of books, enter into our lives and transforms us. Makes us free, give us verbal fluency; makes us share the sociedade.Ah! Blessed are the books. Blessed those who sow books.