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I do not remember learning how to read, I just remember being able to read. My greatest memory of reading is the books my sister and I received in the mail when we were young. My mother was a member of a children’s book club and through this club we received a new book each month. Each month my mother would tell us that it is about time for another book to arrive and we would rush off to the mailbox hoping that the mailman had left it for us. When we found a brown cardboard box lying in the mailbox we knew our book had arrived. I love to read, but that wasn’t my favorite part of our new book. My favorite part was the new smell that each book slowly emitted into the room. Even today I love reading but one of the first things that I do is open the new book and flip through the pages to smell the new aroma within the book.