The small things

[Deven]

A thread about fictional books has inadvertently reminded me of one of my favorite memories, it was a time I started reading a series when I was younger, there was about 16 in the series and it was the first time I really got caught up in one so large. Well I use to read them every night before bed, sometimes if I got really into it I wouldnt put it down till the sun started rising, and on those mornings that I had school to go to I would groan at my foolishness for having got carried away. I would have to fight through sleep for the day but come the evening no matter how tired I was I would always have to get a few more pages in.

This isnt the memorie I am talking about but it just sets it in context, so I would be going through a 400ish pages book every 5 to 6 days, and usually on the seventh day, a Wednesday I think, I would be collected from school and on the seat of the car in a textured brown paper bag would be the next one in the series, I never had to ask for it and rarely had to tell which one I needed it would just be there. I would take it out of the bag and for the for the first minute or two I would look at the cover, the spine and the back as they were wonderfully detailed, I would then have to atleast read the prolog before I got home and save the rest till after I had my homework done.

And still I havent explained what the title of this thread is about, its about how my mother went out of her way every week to pick up a book from a shop that was a 30 minute drive from home, how she would find out which ones I had read and what one I needed next, how it would always be there when I finished the last one without asking. It is those small things that give us happy memories and show us that we are loved, to be though of, to have these things done for you just because it makes you smile. I have been very lucky to have the parents that I have and all the countless things they both have done for me. So what are the small things that make your day or things that someone has done for you just to show that they cared about you?

[Chutney]

I grew up in a house filled with books, and a love of reading given to me by my parents, something priceless.
Small things always matter, being at a supermarket checkout with 2 items and being waved through by those in front. Letters and now emails just saying how are you? Being let out of junctions with a cheery wave.

[very shy guy]

A thread about fictional books has inadvertently reminded me of one of my favorite memories, it was a time I started reading a series when I was younger, there was about 16 in the series and it was the first time I really got caught up in one so large. Well I use to read them every night before bed, sometimes if I got really into it I wouldnt put it down till the sun started rising, and on those mornings that I had school to go to I would groan at my foolishness for having got carried away. I would have to fight through sleep for the day but come the evening no matter how tired I was I would always have to get a few more pages in.

This isnt the memorie I am talking about but it just sets it in context, so I would be going through a 400ish pages book every 5 to 6 days, and usually on the seventh day, a Wednesday I think, I would be collected from school and on the seat of the car in a textured brown paper bag would be the next one in the series, I never had to ask for it and rarely had to tell which one I needed it would just be there. I would take it out of the bag and for the for the first minute or two I would look at the cover, the spine and the back as they were wonderfully detailed, I would then have to atleast read the prolog before I got home and save the rest till after I had my homework done.

And still I havent explained what the title of this thread is about, its about how my mother went out of her way every week to pick up a book from a shop that was a 30 minute drive from home, how she would find out which ones I had read and what one I needed next, how it would always be there when I finished the last one without asking. It is those small things that give us happy memories and show us that we are loved, to be though of, to have these things done for you just because it makes you smile. I have been very lucky to have the parents that I have and all the countless things they both have done for me. So what are the small things that make your day or things that someone has done for you just to show that they cared about you?

Well our mothers are our anchors in life,dads are usually out working so we learn most things from our mothers,just being there when you got home from school with the dinner on the table,asking how was your day,never complaining herself even though she may have had a crappy day,and its very true where would we be without our mothers.

[very shy guy]

I grew up in a house filled with books, and a love of reading given to me by my parents, something priceless.
Small things always matter, being at a supermarket checkout with 2 items and being waved through by those in front. Letters and now emails just saying how are you? Being let out of junctions with a cheery wave.

Same for me Chutney,it was a wonderful gift to have been given,most of the books I read when young I really did not understand untill much later,have you ever got a smile from a beautiful young woman and turn around to look for whoever she was smiling at ,only to realise it was yourself ?.

[Stephanie]

A thread about fictional books has inadvertently reminded me of one of my favorite memories, it was a time I started reading a series when I was younger, there was about 16 in the series and it was the first time I really got caught up in one so large. Well I use to read them every night before bed, sometimes if I got really into it I wouldnt put it down till the sun started rising, and on those mornings that I had school to go to I would groan at my foolishness for having got carried away. I would have to fight through sleep for the day but come the evening no matter how tired I was I would always have to get a few more pages in.

This isnt the memorie I am talking about but it just sets it in context, so I would be going through a 400ish pages book every 5 to 6 days, and usually on the seventh day, a Wednesday I think, I would be collected from school and on the seat of the car in a textured brown paper bag would be the next one in the series, I never had to ask for it and rarely had to tell which one I needed it would just be there. I would take it out of the bag and for the for the first minute or two I would look at the cover, the spine and the back as they were wonderfully detailed, I would then have to atleast read the prolog before I got home and save the rest till after I had my homework done.

And still I havent explained what the title of this thread is about, its about how my mother went out of her way every week to pick up a book from a shop that was a 30 minute drive from home, how she would find out which ones I had read and what one I needed next, how it would always be there when I finished the last one without asking. It is those small things that give us happy memories and show us that we are loved, to be though of, to have these things done for you just because it makes you smile. I have been very lucky to have the parents that I have and all the countless things they both have done for me. So what are the small things that make your day or things that someone has done for you just to show that they cared about you?

Deven

I love the way you write. So visual, it is as if I was there, along with you.

Thank you for sharing xx