I just remembered something...
I read Dr. Seuss books until I was 9. Why? They were brilliant and I loved to memorize them.
The only reason I stopped reading them was because I gave a bunch of them away for "Secret Santa" in the fifth grade and I accidently gave away one of my favorite tales. I would always read 3 specific stories one after the other and after giving away one of them, it wasn't the same. So I let them sit on my bookcase where they collected dust for 2 years until I went to live with my mother. I'm more than sure my father threw all of my books out when I went to live with my mom.
Hey...another memory. Of my Dad assaulting my books. There was one day where I wanted to read one of my sister's books because she read "big kid" books. So I went into her room and was looking through her selection. Well she walked in while I was looking and threw a fit, then went and complained to Daddy. He came out of his room and yelled at me then stormed into my room and threw all my books off my bookcase and said "NOW CLEAN THIS MESS UP" and went back to his room. My Dad didn't like me very much. This story is mild compared to the other shit I had to go through. Fucking asshole.
Anyway. It's late so I'm going to read a few chapters from my current book When Rabbit Howl's then pass out like whoa.
The only reason I stopped reading them was because I gave a bunch of them away for "Secret Santa" in the fifth grade and I accidently gave away one of my favorite tales. I would always read 3 specific stories one after the other and after giving away one of them, it wasn't the same. So I let them sit on my bookcase where they collected dust for 2 years until I went to live with my mother. I'm more than sure my father threw all of my books out when I went to live with my mom.
Hey...another memory. Of my Dad assaulting my books. There was one day where I wanted to read one of my sister's books because she read "big kid" books. So I went into her room and was looking through her selection. Well she walked in while I was looking and threw a fit, then went and complained to Daddy. He came out of his room and yelled at me then stormed into my room and threw all my books off my bookcase and said "NOW CLEAN THIS MESS UP" and went back to his room. My Dad didn't like me very much. This story is mild compared to the other shit I had to go through. Fucking asshole.
Anyway. It's late so I'm going to read a few chapters from my current book When Rabbit Howl's then pass out like whoa.