My love for paper

I have always had a fascination about paper. I can remember tucked in a blanket in my closet reading an old children's book and smelling the fresh bread my mother was making in the kitchen.

I can still remember touching the pages as I read the simple words and admired the images. The happiness and peace I felt still comes back to me everytime I sit down and open and old book and trace my fingers over the pages.

What are your memories as a child about books or paper?