When I was in Grade 2, we had to write down what we wanted to be when we grew up. I wrote something to the effect that I wanted to be a hobbit, and if I couldn’t achieve that, I’d like to be a fairy with wings. There was nothing about being a lawyer. I don’t think I even knew what one was.
I first read Lord of the Rings when I was 7 years old, with my father. Since then I don’t know how many times I’ve reread it. Say 50 times? Seriously. Once I read the whole thing in 2 days, when I was 10 years old. That messes with your mind a bit. However, I couldn’t find Book 1 (The Fellowship of the Ring) after I moved out of home, so I hadn’t read it for about 5 years. I think that must be a record for me.
Fortunately, I found Book 1 again the other day, and I’ve started re-reading the whole lot yet again. I do enjoy it. I haven’t grown up to be a hobbit, although I do like mushrooms, and have three cookbooks devoted to the topic.
I’m looking forward to re-reading Lord of the Rings aloud with my daughter. Of course I’ll have to wait until she’s ready. Only another 5 and a half years to go.