I believe that a child's love of reading is a gift from his or her parents. I have fond memories of my mother rocking me in her rocking chair and reading to me at bedtime. I loved fairy tales the most, and I asked for the same ones over and over again: Goldilocks and the Three Bears, The Three Little Pigs, Cinderella, etc.
Then, Dr. Seuss came out with "Read Myself" books. That was cool! Enter the flashlight under the covers. I hated going to bed, so every night I'd pull out my flashlight and read until I fell asleep.
In the summertime, my aunt took my cousins and I to the library every week. I read all of the Nancy Drew/Hardy Boys mysteries I could get my hands on. I tried, desperately to figure out the mystery before Nancy did, or at least by the time all was revealed.
The only time in my life that I did not enjoy reading was when I read textbooks because I had to. Funny thing about professors--they think theirs is the only class you are taking, so it shouldn't be a problem reading 300 pages for the next class. How I longed for the day to read just for fun again!
Now that I'm there, I get to rock my grandkids in my rocking chair and read to them. Ahh, the simple pleasures. . .
What are some of your simple pleasures?