Guest blogger and book drive organizer, Sankalpa Bhuma shares her experience as a reader and how it spurred her to volunteer for a larger cause.
Towards the end of my sixth birthday, I received what I could only perceive as the ultimate symbol of adulthood: a chapter book. Specifically, a Magic Tree House book. I, a newly minted six-year-old, had never even touched a chapter book before. It didn’t help that it came with a shocking twenty-nine others of the same series, and I couldn’t fathom how I was supposed to consume one, let alone thirty whole chapter books. The shock of the gift quickly turned to excitement with the prospect of the instant transformation into a “big kid”, pushing me to open the first book. I discovered the power of reading: the ease of immersing yourself through those sweet words and transporting to another world. A world filled with adventure, a world filled with love, a world filled with mystery, a world filled with laughter. I would be with the characters through their quests and their trials, in the midst of the action.