Reading Memories

As I read my new book I think about the first time I ever read a thick novel.

I was in the second grade and Harry Potter had just come out. My dad bought it for me and told me he was going to read to me at night. I was so excited! After we had been reading for a while I asked him if I could try. We then read pages together. I struggled with the big vocabulary but he helped me by sounding it out and then telling me what it meant. My love for reading came from my father and I am very thankful for that. 

I miss those times and I wish we could make new memories.

But I cannot think like that, for the memories are all I have left. 

I love you dad.