Thanks to K.C. Shaw for starting another meme. This one is simple: childhood book memories.
I have sooooo many happy memories of books as a kid, but I'll pare it down to three.
1) The Crestwood Monster Series
We had these books in my K-3 school library. I always had one in my desk. Personally, I think they made me the monster lover I am today. All the big names had a book: Frankenstein, Dracula, The Mummy, even a generic mad scientists book and one about giant bugs. Each volume was basically a summary of old movies (Universal and otherwise). We still have a few copies at the Lawrence Public Library.
2) Mickey the Microbe
Maybe my memory fails me, but I'm pretty sure the eponymous Mickey was a microbe traveling through a young boy's body, exploring all the parts, and reporting his adventures. My third grade teacher read this one to us, and I can't seem to find anything about him on the web. (It seems Mexico has a Mikey Microbe character who promotes health.) I vividly remember the day Mickey crawled up the nasal passage--sort of spelunking in snot.
3) Hidden Places
My third and final warm fuzzy is the hidden reading spot. In fourth grade, it was at the back of the room, tucked to the side of the coat rack. I could actually worm my way out of sight, balancing on a box of playground balls, and read in a little secluded cave. I've always enjoyed cramped, dark places for reading, despite my general claustrophobia. I've always needed to shut off all distractions to really engage in a book, and I still love it today.
I think I'm going to stop by the library on the way home today...