For some reason today I am feeling nostalgic about the good old days, when the approach of summer meant, no, mercifully not another Harry Potter book, but the time for reading that had arrived, a bounty for another year served at school so to say, with nine weeks of leisure time ahead. My mother told me I virtually got lost in my room, not even to be met at meals. Then came university, children, a whole bunch of them, a job in between, and even if I still enjoyed reading, the sense of pleasure accompanying those first hot days of summer was gone. All of a sudden there was a summer without books. It just happened, I do not even remember the reason. Not a single book read during summer. Then came the first day of school, which meant school for the children and for mama and papa too, getting up early in the morning, the family climbing into the car, driving to our neighbour town. I had a strop on then, finally realizing I had wasted nine precious weeks with God-knows-what instead of immersing in the world of reading. Never again, I said to myself, and subsequently ramped up my book stock at the end of May. Today I have made my wish list for this year´s summer, and tomorrow I´ll do Amazon shopping. Printed books, e-books, here I come! And even though I´ve done this out of a sense of duty, because the real feeling has got lost sometime on my journey to adulthood, it makes me think of those good old days long long gone, the hapiness I felt once and the calmness I feel now. Things change, some things in the blink of an eye, some slowly and gradually, I can´t turn back the clock, but I can very well memorize those feelings for times to come!
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