Looking at Young Adult fiction this month and the following month has got me thinking about what I read as I grew up. It got me to think about the origins of me reading and some of my earliest memories reading. So for today's blog post, I am going to be looking back as some moments of me I associate with books from when I was in primary school. This is because this is when I first remember reading. During classes, more so in the later years, we would have reading sessions in which there would be something that we would be reading. Each time we did reading, one table comprising of a few students would be joined by the teacher who would go through a book with us, asking every person to read certain bits. We also had a school library and took visits to the library. I do remember one time when a group of us sat in the library listening to our librarian reading from a book, while sat on a chair in front of us. We sat on the floor of course. I cannot remember who our librarian was just t...