366 Days of Gratitude and Good Things: Day 4

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…

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