A Precious Gift :: Personal Narrative Essays

A Precious Gift   Education has always been considered very important in my family. prior(prenominal) to the earliest time I can remember I am told that my mother and pose learn to me nightly. My family has a deep bandagingground in books, my father being a collector, and my mother working at a library. My father loves books, in every way I can think of. He loves to read them, as do the rest of my family, but he has a collectors interest in books that we lack.   He once wondered to a local library to check if they had a book sale. They did indeed have a book sale, and he bought quite a many books from their shelves. Soon he became a volunteer, and then the organizer, and soon had his make key to the library.   As the relationship between my father and I goes, I started going with him to the book sale. I loved reading and I helped him a minor also. We discovered that the special semiannual book sale was coming up. I came with my dad that morning and we began carryi ng boxes of books out to the tables. We observed a tag sale crossways from us that apparently went hand in hand with our sale.   I was given the job of collecting money, and the day was going well, for we had already made nearly quad hundred dollars for the library. At one point a small boy began his ascent up the small hill from the tag sale. He was only heptad or eight by my estimate, and went directly to the table marked children. After a beautiful or two he had found four or five books that he liked, put them in a neat pile and started his way back down the hill to the tag sale.   Nearly a minute later he came back with a rather sad look on his face.   Whats the matter? I asked him as he took the pile and placed the books back on the table. He shrugged and I pushed. You dont want those books? I asked. I could tell he was shy. We already had something in common. No, I cant get them. Oh? Why not? I asked. I could sense that he wanted them. Because my mother wont give me the money for the stupid books.