Reading and writeing
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As long as I remember I have been exposed to reading and writing. Writing was once something that I wanted to do for a living. To me reading and writing was an oasis of adventure, a sanctuary of peace and quite. As I have gotten older it is more a necessity to life, but it was once a joy.
Every Tuesday morning I was woken up my Mom whispering in my ear "story time!" I would roll out of bed and put on whatever it was my mom laid out for me the night before; it was probably one of my firefighter shirts that I insisted on wearing everyday. After helping my mom get my little sister ready we would load up in our giant van and go to the library. All three of us would go into a big room full of children's books and find a seat on the floor. Once Sue, the librarian, started reading the book with excitement and enthusiasm my mind was lost. Whatever adventure was being read, whether it was Humpty Dumpty, Little Red Riding Hood, or any of the other fairytales, I enjoyed every second of it...