A Precious Gift :: Personal Narrative Essays

A Precious endue   Education has always been considered very important in my family. Prior to the early time I can remember I am told that my flummox and produce read to me nightly. My family has a deep background in account books, my capture being a collector, and my mother working at a depository 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 own key to the library.   As the relationship amongst my father and I goes, I started going with him to the book sale. I love reading and I helped him a little also. We discovered that the special biennial book sale was coming up. I came with my dad that morning and we began carr ying boxes of books start to the tables. We observed a tag sale across from us that manifestly 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 quadruple cardinal dollars for the library. At one point a small boy began his uprising up the small hill from the tag sale. He was only septet or eight by my estimate, and went directly to the table marked children. after(prenominal) a minute or two he had found four or five books that he liked, put them in a proper pile and started his way back down the hill to the tag sale.   approximately a minute later he came back with a earlier 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 require 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 h e wanted them. Because my mother wont give me the money for the stupid books.