Why every day should be world book day

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Scrolling along my social media timelines yesterday I was met with an array of Peter Pans, Matildas, Oompa Loompas and more than one Fantastic Mr Fox as friends showed off their little ones all dressed up to celebrate World Book Day.

And it wasn’t just the little ones, many of my primary school teacher friends were getting in on the act too.

It got me thinking back to when I was at primary school way back in the 1990s. We never had anything of the same idea sadly - I would have quite enjoyed dressing up as Tracy Beaker.

We did, however, have Book Fairs. Anyone of a similar age will know what I’m talking about and anyone who has children or grandchildren the same age as me will remember having their pockets emptied for money to splash out there.

It was that one special day that only seemed to come around once in a blue moon (when in reality it was probably every other term), when silver cases would arrive in the school hall, packed with the latest offerings from our favourite authors, like spaceships from Planet Scholastic.

A friend also reminded me of the joy of getting your hands on the childhood equivalent of a Filofax - the FunFax - which we would cart around as though we were high-flying business woman, when in reality, we just liked the stickers.

I also remember the day when my favourite, Jaqueline Wilson paid us a visit, in person!

Had The Spice Girls arrived I fear I may have combusted but, to me, she was still the bee’s knees.

In the age of the Internet and eBooks, reading material couldn’t be more accessible but there is still something incredibly lovely about holding a book, turning its pages and inhaling that familiar, musty smell.

And as all primary school children taking part in World Book Day are given a book token, the charity initiative is sparking imagination and encouraging young minds to delve into worlds that they might never have known existed.

One of my favourite childhood memories, apart from book fairs and Tracy Beaker, is listening to my dad read my sister and I bedtime stories as we drifted off to sleep.

Because that is what else books are very good at; bringing people together to share their stories and create new memories.