Late last night I remembered the first fantasy book I ever read - well, almost read. My dad came home from a business trip with a present for me. A book! I was nine years old and completely in love with books. I started Wind in the Willows that night.
I've never finished it. I remember stopping because it made me sad. I don't remember why. I think one of the characters had died, or was about to die. I remember more about the rare occurance of not finishing a book than I do about the novel. It's been 44 years, and I still haven't finished that book. I think it's time I found a copy.
I think my first Science Fiction novel was A Wrinkle in Time. I still own that book, and reread it every 20 years. I keep meaning to get the sequels, but for some reason I've never remembered to pick them up.
Memory is a tricky beast.