My younger siblings used to get the entire set of these books at the beginning of every school year, from elementary up to Grade 4. I was older and went to a different school, so I never got to read them.
When I finally read the books for the first time, I became so invested in this story , the magic key, the house, and the kids going on random adventures.
Ever since then, at the start of every new academic year, I used to finish the entire set as soon as my parents bought it for my siblings.
✨These books are such a wholesome memory for me. I still remember being scolded by my parents for never touching my own textbooks, yet staying awake late to read children’s books. (Even now, instead of preparing for my ophthalmology exam, I’m writing a review for a children’s book.) I remember always searching for adventures, convincing my friends to join in my mischief, and creating countless chaotic memories.
Now that I look back, I think that’s when I first started loving books