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I started this on Friday and forgot didn’t get to finish it till today. Whoops

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I will be skipping this one b/c I know my parents would not appreciate me posting personal details of their lives online. 

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Reading. My first love is reading, but it didn’t exactly start off that way.

My mom sat me down and taught me how to read when I was four and, believe me, it was no picnic, neither for me nor her. I was a four year old with the attention span of a squirrel and she was an immigrant from Korea teaching her daughter how to read a foreign language with an iron fist. 

I cried. she yelled. I didn’t want to do it. She was relentless. I hid the books. She found them, sat me down, and continued our lessons.

I hated reading, but the more I read, the better I got and I started to love it.

I loved that each book took me to a different place, that they made me laugh, that they made me cry, that they scared me.

When I was in elementary school, I did not have any friends. However, I never noticed. I didn’t have many play dates, but I was fine. I had my books and unlimited access to others when I finished and that was enough for me.

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I have no regrets making this

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