Engulfed in Nostalgia: Why Everyone Should Reread Their Beloved Childhood Novels

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Engulfed in Nostalgia: Why Everyone Should Reread Their Beloved Childhood Novels

Katie Nichols, Sr. Editor

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Recently I decided to get back into the world of reading… and what better way to do that than to revisit old books once adored? Books are simply movies you direct in your mind, and to me, there isn’t much in this world that is cooler than that.

As a child, I was antisocial and withdrawn, yet also extremely thoughtful, imaginative, and creative. What better way to release my mental energy than to exert it into a book? I remember weekly, if not more than once a week, I would ask permission to go to the library and once I paced myself out of the classroom by respecting the “no running in the halls” rule, I bolted out of the door and sprinted as fast as possible towards the elementary media center… my favorite place in the world to be. Once there, I would take my time going through the catalog before selecting the book that would hold my attention captive for the next few days. This was very much a routine, yet as I grew older, I completely forgot about these times.

As of this year, I had the amazing opportunity to be a library aide to the amazing Leah O’Rorke… while there, I was chatting with some 6th grade students who checked out a Mary Downing Hahn book by the name of “Wait Till Helen Comes.” I had erased all association with this author and that book until I heard this child say it aloud. I turned to Mrs. O and said “I have to re-read all of MDH’s books all over again.” She replied, “Of course, girl! Go for it!”

With her encouragement, I went and re-read all of my childhood books.

I remembered where I was and what I was thinking at the time I read these. I also remembered how much it made me wanna indulge in the world of reading, and soon after, start writing little stories of my own. What more humbling experience than to revisit those who are the very formation of our current selves? I remembered what it was like to be lost in a reality outside of my own, and how amazing it was to fantasize that for a moment in time, I was the character. In my book life, I was the protagonist, figuring out problems and furthering my personal development; in my real life, I was sitting alone at lunch and wishing I was anywhere else.

Not only has rereading these stories improved my long-term memory, but it has simultaneously made me a happier person. The times I spent reading were some of the best times of my childhood. Even today, when I feel inspiration, I see images in my head that were formed upon the time of my novelty adventures.

Childhood is the essence of success–anything that happens in these crucial years render the process of personality, or make it thrive. Through remembering those times and making something positive out of it, I believe I have become more pleasant and offered myself a new outlook… perspective is everything, and what better way to change your dulled adult one than to view it from your imaginative eyes?

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