Where did I get my reading material? Well, I never thought to ask my folks to take me to a library, but when we drove to town for necessities, I used the money I earned trapping pocket gophers to buy comic books, western novels and mysteries. After I read them, I traded with my cousin Raymond, who was a couple years older. His westerns displayed much richer adventures than mine, but he never complained and traded with me anyway. My folks and Aunt Mary would often give me mystery stories for my birthday, which I still have now because I never traded a gift.
So where is my Reading Rock now?