Saturday, March 03, 2001

When I was younger, I would always curl up on the floor of my closet and read. This was, of course, back when I had a closet that had a light in it. My mother would even bring me dinner in there. Looking back, I cant help but wonder if she ever found the fact that her daughter was eating dinner in a closet while reading was at all odd, but if she did, she never said anything. I cant recall exactly why I would read in there, maybe it was just a nice private place to spend an evening. I can't help but wonder that if my closet had a light, if I would still be doing the same thing.

On a somewhat related note, Sideways Stories from Wayside School is still a wonderful book, no matter how old you are.

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