Growing up, I was never one to sit still. I was always moving, always doing something. My mom would tell us to either go play outside or read a book. So began my love affair with books and reading.
It was the only time that I would stay still.
I love reading. I would (and still do) read anything I could get my hands on. Though, now I have been having a really hard time actually reading a book. It just seems that I could be doing so many other things….like playing on the Internet.
What happened to my love of reading? I’m sad that it’s gone. I want it back!