According to my mother, I started reading at age three and a half. (One of my favorite authors started reading at age two, which makes me jealous for some reason. 😉 )
Regardless, I quite literally cannot remember not being able to read. I do, however, remember being rather frustrated in the hospital after my tonsillectomy (age four, I think, or a little older) because I wanted to read my book to the nurses — even though it hurt to talk.
Yes, I apparently have always liked to talk…but that’s another post…
Things that can be problematic in this city without a car of your own:
Getting to work
Having a social life
We met in my senior year of high school, at his high school. Short set-up: my senior year, there were six of us (four seniors, two juniors; four guys, two gals) who needed another year of lab science. My high school offered physical science, which I’d already taken, and biology…and I was not about to dissect a fetal pig, thank you very much. So my high school’s administrators went to his high school’s administrators and proposed that my schoolmates and I attend their chemistry class in exchange for the loan of our band teacher.
Strangely enough, they took the deal. Never did get a band going, though.
Originally (and still) posted on the Book of Face, but since I’ve been planning to get back to blogging, the posts will go on my blog with a link from FB. The only change from there to here is that “Thanksgiving Day” in the third paragraph was “yesterday” in the FB post. Other than that, same here as there. And that said, here we go:
The beginning of my 366 Days of Gratitude and Good Things project. Yes, there may be days when it’s something small or silly, and there will days away from the computer when I won’t be posting (*cough*Burning Man*cough*)–but I’ll make notes and catch up when I get back.
To start, a story from Thanksgiving Day,