As Thomas Jefferson once said, “I cannot live without books.” Really, I can’t. I read while I walk, while I practice piano, when I’m supposed to be listening in class, and I even used to read while riding my bike until my mom, fearing for my life, made me stop. When I was younger, I would often give up recess to visit the library or find a quiet tree to read beside. (My friends did it too, so I did not realize it was weird until much later.)
I also cannot live without writing and have always dreamed of becoming an author and I still have copies of the first “books” I attempted to write as a kindergartner. I keep six journals and don’t go a day without writing something, whether an essay, prayer (usually the prayer precedes the essay…), or a clumsy attempt at fiction. I write not just because I love words and stories, but because if I did not, my head and heart would explode!
Some other things about myself are that I am introverted (hence the hiding at recess to read) but absolutely crazy when I feel comfortable. Music is another passion of mine and I play five instruments (piano, violin, guitar, ukulele, and voice). Also, I love sloths, fuzzy socks, the color purple, BBC’s Sherlock, vintage bicycles, and pot pie. (But sloths are at the top of this list…don’t ask me why.)