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I remember when I was in elementary, I was a bookworm. I loved to sit and read and just relax all day. It was sort of a form of healing, if you will. I'm not sure why I needed to heal, maybe I just had an abnormal mind, and reading was my escape. Perhaps you remember me, stuck in the back of the room, looking for something to read. But now I find I'm no longer considered a bookworm. I've slowly, without my realizing it, become simply normal. Someone who enjoys reading, but I am no longer considered the bookworm of the family. And it makes me sad to know that. I guess it was junior high that did it. I just didn't have enough time to read, and reading slowly worked itself out of my system. I remember me getting in trouble for too much reading, and now that's hardly the case. I read textbooks and that's almost it. I can't recall the last time I sat down and just read without doing anything else. My favorite books by far were the Great Illustrated Classics. Those were my favorites. Now that I look back, I can tell that they were probably nothing close to the real classics, but I read them and I know the stories. So that much was good for me. One Christmas, my sister Vanilla got me a whole BOX full of them. That was the best present ever! I read them straight through. I miss being a bookworm. It's kind of depressing me now. I think I'm going to go read a good book to calm down my nerves.
-DQ#1
(p.s., if you're wondering why I wrote so weird today, I'm experimenting with line lengths. It makes reading it a whole lot more interesting, huh?)
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