ABSTRACT
I know where I learned to love reading. It was on the front porch of my childhood home. This porch, which protected my family from the rain while allowing for a refreshing breeze, was the center of many summertime pleasures. My parents would sip iced tea and listen to the ball game on the radio, or we would just sit there in conversation with each other and with passing neighbors. Sometimes, we would entertain friends on the porch, laughing and gossiping.
