Monday, September 17, 2012

Before I was old enough to go to school, my mother would read to me hours upon hours. She read nursery rhymes, Little Golden books, fairy tales, fables, poems, biographies, and short stories. As the characters changed, her voice would change to reflect their personalities. The way she read each sentence made me hunger for the next one. That's when I fell in love with the written word, and by the time I started school, I was "sentenced for life."