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Jackie Burr
English 1010
My Reading Habits
When I was young, I was content to spend hours with my nose in a book. I enjoyed the
smell of ink on the pages and paper beneath my skin. Often, the fantasy world I was reading
about seemed far more exciting than the one I was living in. I remember reading late into the
night and occasionally into the wee hours of the morning because I just had to find out how the
story ended. However, I didn’t get away with that for long. My parents approved of my avid
reading habits but they believed I needed sleep more. They would come into my room to turn off
the lights, leaving me begging for one more chapter. When the answer was no, I adapted. Many
nights were spent in the dark beneath the covers, with only a flashlight to guide my eyes to the
pages. I would eagerly soak up the words until I was too tired to comprehend the story.
For a few years, I even considered becoming an author myself. In Elementary school, I
wrote and illustrated short stories inspired by my favorite authors. From white printer paper,
staples, and a few worn down crayons, I created masterpieces. My family was highly supportive
house for my aunts and uncles to read. I even had one aunt who would buy them. Of course, she
never paid me more than a dollar for each one but it meant the world to me that someone cared
silent reading time was my favorite period of the day, and I always looked forward to
read-a-thons. My mother was constantly taking me to the library because I could easily get
time did. I had to decide what my priorities were once I became a teenager. The mental checklist
of things I needed to do grew longer every day. Eventually, reading fell to the bottom of that list.
Now, I consider myself lucky if I get the chance to read at all. Between getting good grades, a
part-time job, and a social life, there isn’t much time for books. I imagine that if I still had the
carefree life of an elementary school student, my nightstand would be piled to the ceiling with
books waiting to be read. Perhaps someday I will find the time to enlighten my imagination once
again.