I'm thankful for a mom who loved the classics. I'm thankful that she has taken every opportunity possible to immerse V and I in wonder of old books. They were our bedtime stories as we went to sleep (book on tape of course, and, frankly, I can't remember half of what I listened to, it was so long ago), we would watch movie adaptations when we could get our hands on them. Our daily walks were spent hanging on her every word as she told us various obscure fairy tales from Andrew Lang's Colored books.
Ooh! Nutcracker Easter Bunny!
Our book shelves are covered in volumns from signet paperbacks (I believe that's the name of the publisher ... I can't remember the exact name off the top of my head), and, whenever it is possible to pick up a new one, or a hardbound copy, we jump at the chance. A good number of these books have taken up permanent residence in my room.
Not only is our physical bookshelf covered, but our Kindles (please note that on this link, there are books that are not classics, but I have no control over the list. They are mostly classics, as near as I can tell, though.) are full of ones we picked up for free. Half of what is on V and my MP3 players are stories recorded by LibriVox. Project Gutenburg is a permanent bookmark easily accessible on my computer.
I am thankful for the classics, thankful that I had the privilege of growing up with them at my finger tips. Thankful that my mother understood that there is no one too young for them.