One of the most vivid memories I have is walking hand in hand with my father into a store. Not to buy toys or clothes or food, but to buy a book. I can clearly remember the bookstore (I still go there today) and how fascinated I was by the never-ending shelves of books. I remember my dad guiding me to the children’s books section and telling me to choose whatever I wanted. I chose one about a duck whose car gets stuck in quicksand (dumb duck!!), a rather silly story, but it was full of fun characters and colorful pictures (I mean I was a child, OF COURSE I loved picture books, I still do, but now I call them graphic novels so I can seem fancy). Back then, it didn’t seem like a big deal, but when I think about it now, that trip to the bookstore was one of my life’s most decisive moments. Thanks to that, I became an addict (No, this is not a Breaking Bad sequel). A book addict.
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