As a child, I don’t remember getting toys as a gift. If I got a toy it was something educational, so I mostly got clothes and I got books. To be honest, I never thought that anything was wrong with not getting toys. I enjoyed my gifts! One of my aunts would buy books for me (eg., Hardy Boys, Nancy Drew) and she would also read them and we would talk about them (we basically had our own book club!) I feel warm and happy when I think of the times we would lie in bed reading together. So, I always associate reading with pleasant memories. As I got older, my passion for reading remained the same. I was always excited to get a new novel and I enjoyed psychological thrillers (still do to some extent). I find myself more drawn to non-fiction and biographies, however, in the past couple years I have been stepping out of my reading comfort zone a bit more by reading fiction!
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