In  the early morning of December 8, 1957, there took place in Sunbury, a small city some fifty-four miles north of Pennsylvania's state capital, a birth of not only a baby girl, but a baby girl who would grow up to love books.
       The first daughter in a family of five children, Sherry Shultz came from humble circumstances, belying the will that would later make her passionate about reading and writing.  From the time of birth until age six, Shultz lived with her parents in a small blue and white house on the south side of town.  Her father, John Harvey Shultz, a man of German descent, worked in a factory, which manufactured doors.  Her mother, Agnes Dalores Shultz worked as a homemaker, and spent much of her time keeping (an immaculate) house.  Poor and underprivileged by many accounts, Shultz lacked the material possessions and parental involvement common to many of her friends.  With unforeseen sadness, Sherry Shultz would never know the comfort of being read to by her father, or the beauty of sharing a good book with her mother.
     It wasn't until 1963, while attending Oaklyn, a small Elementary School on the outskirts of town, that Shultz learned to read.  It was during this time that her first grade teacher introduced her to a book titled Dick and Jane.