Whenever I go home for a visit, I always feel a twinge of nostalgia. Even though I’ve made a home for myself in Cleveland, the house in Springfield where I grew up and where my parents still live will always be home.
When I went home for Easter last weekend, I decided to bring my childhood books back to Cleveland with me. They were sitting in boxes in my old bedroom (now my dad’s man cave) along with a few other keepsakes that refuse to fit in my one bedroom apartment. Fortunately, I’ve got organizing skills that are beyond this world so I was able to clear two precious shelves to showcase my collection of children’s books.
When I opened the boxes, I was overwhelmed with memories: Little Golden Books, dozens of American Girl and Baby-Sitters Club books, and a book of nursery hand rhymes my parents must have read to my brother and I a hundred times. They were all there.
Now they’re displayed proudly on my bedroom shelves. Their brightly colored spines greet me every day. They remind me where my love of reading came from. And to think, it all started with a couple of Berenstain Bears, a quick-witted detective named Nancy, and a bunny that liked to say goodnight to the moon.

My mom gave me my first Nancy Drew mystery. (For some reason she gave me the third one first, "The Bungalow Mystery.") Although I only own two, I've read dozens of books from the series.

Another book passed to me from my mother. The Little House series were the first books I remember being completely enamored with. Laura was always my favorite, although I imagine I'm more like Mary.

In my book, "The Berenstain Bears" are some of the best children's books out there. This year marks their 50th anniversary.

Oh, American Girl. Anyone who knows me knows I was a DEVOUT follower of the entire franchise. I have all the books and nine of the dolls. (Yeah, I know, I should just stop talking before I sound even geekier.)
What are your favorite books from your childhood?


