Today, I lost a little piece of myself. Specifically, a piece of my childhood. Like many others, my childhood was shaped and molded by the wonderful PBS show Reading Rainbow. The final episode of Reading Rainbow aired yesterday, ending its amazing 26 year run. NPR featured a great article about the power of the show and the reasons behind the discontinuation.
I’m not ashamed to admit it. I teared up. I’m feeling a little emotional even writing this. I can vividly recall spending summer break days watching RR. I always sang along to the theme song, as I’m sure many others did. It’s one catchy little ditty:) I desperately wanted to be one of the book reviewers featured at the end of the show. In fact, I’m pretty sure I remember submitting an entry to do so. I kept lists of featured titles that interested me so that I could see if the local library had a copy. In short…this show made me who I am today. A theme-song-singing, book loving list maker. And thank God for that.
Reading Rainbow taught many children over its two decade run to love reading, to love books, to treasure the adventures to be found inside the book covers. I’m very sad to see it go.
But you don’t have to take my word for it.