My Grandpa told me exciting stories and funny stories and stories I could hardly believe (though he said they were true), and then Grandma would bring a plate of cookies because storytellers worked hard and needed a little something to sustain them. I saw that storytelling might be a rewarding career, if you liked chocolate chip cookies. (I did.)

I liked climbing trees, making up songs, riding my bike, playing with friends, drawing pictures, and reading.  Reading was my very very very favorite thing. Why, you ask? Because for someone who liked adventures, my normal and ordinary life was way too boring. But when I opened a book, I could go on all the adventures there were in the world.

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