Day 4: The printed word

This is a lot harder than I thought it would be. I am not sure which memories to share first. As I remember one thing, a thousand thoughts and images flood my head. Some not even related to anything in my life just things I have seen from other places.

I started to make a list to try to figure out ideas for the rest of the days, and even that grew beyond what I had expected. I was tempted to write about when I fell up the stairs, but my sister already covered that, and I figured it would be best to wait a few days before I covered it. (Speaking of on my comment I lied, you were right Abi, we went to the emergency room...when I actually do the post maybe I will explain why I thought it was the clinic) While I will probably cover some of the same topics, I don't want to make it seem like I am intentionally coping her, especially for most of my life I did aspire so much to be like her.

Then after doing something this week, I was tempted to discuss crushes. I am still debating on if what I did was stupid or guttsy, and I am still processing it. So, I decided not to write about them either. (Mainly I straight out asked a friend that I had a crush on, via google +, whether he had the same feelings for me as I had for him. I want him in my life, because he is a good friend, but I didn't want to waste time on romantic notions, if it wasn't going to happen. Yes, I have daydreamed often about being in a relationship with him, but if he didn't see me like that, I didn't want to spend unnecessary agony. Crushes are hard for me, especially with my depression. It is hard to see how anyone could fall in love with me. But that is a discussion for another day. I may actually write something up later today, and post it later.)

There were several other things I had started in my head, but decided to save for other days... probably should write them down somewhere, so when I do write them down. Whatever I think in my head, even if I write down at the moment, never seem as cool as when I am rehearsing it in my head.

Actually despite my long winded way to get to it, it actually sort of ties in with what I am going to write today. Also, my sister's post from yesterday also helps.

It is true when I was little I would follow my sister around hopelessly. I looked up to her, and wanted to be just like her. I am not sure sometimes if she was told to watch me, or I tagged along, so she was told to watch me. It may have been a little of both, maybe from my being stubborn and not listening if told to let her go by herself, that my sister was asked to watch me while i followed her.

When I was about 4 or 5, my sister started to go to school. I was a little jealous that she was learning stuff. My parents had always read to us, maybe not all the time, but I remember them reading to us. When my sister went to school, she learned the magic of being able to read books on her own.

I was not very happy this. I know on more than one occasion, I tried to go to school. I wanted to actually be in the same class with her, probably to follow her around more.

I was sulky and wanted to learn to read by myself. (I am still not to this day fond of people reading to me) I wanted to be able to control how fast the story was. So, I started to complain to my parents.

I am not sure which one taught me, probably a little of both, and my sister may have helped. I only know that before I started kindergarten the next year, I did know how to read. (I asked my mum, and she said it was her. I wasn't sure, so I thought I would see what her memory said)

Since that time, I have always read a little above my level. I used to read four or five books at a time, and could put a book down in the middle, come back to it in a few months and still remember the plot line.

I remember in 4th grade, I started to check out books from the adult section of the library. Sneaking over there, and glancing at titles. I never checked out too many adult books just a few. I always felt subconscious about doing it, like I shouldn't have been in the section but I was desperate to read things with better plots than some of the children's books.

(I have noticed in the recent years, there seem to be a lot more books that fall in all age groups from newborns to teens, and there may have been books like that before, but the Desoto children's library wasn't very big. Though the children section sucked I remember in the summers they had a good children's program, and getting to watch some free movies with popcorn like the Mouse and the Motorcycle)

One of the first books I remember checking out was a vampire book called Blood Ties, or something similiar. it was by Karen E. Taylor. (I looked up the series, and don't remember which one I actually read.) I do know it starred a vampire named Deidre.

Libraries have always been a fun place. While I still read a lot, I don't remember as much as I used to. Even now, though I read multiple books, I find sometimes if I put a book down for a few days I may have to go back a few chapters to try to find out what happened, as I don't remember.

Books bought me a lot of happy memories and I have met some interesting people. While i try to be friendly, I am in a lot of respects painfully shy around people, especially around some people. I am trying to overcome that, and try to be pleasant to everyone, but that doesn't mean I am going to talk about a lot of things. I really like for the most part to listen to people, though there are times I run into people who like to hear themselves talk too much, and even though I want to participate in the conversation for once, I don't get a chance.

So, in the very least, from me copying Elizabeth I discovered something useful, and that has brought many memories in my life. I always try to read a book, whether by my Nook, or from the library, or have many other things to keep me entertained like magazines, fan fic, etc... Also, if I didn't read as much, i don't think I would like the written word as much as I do, I also don't think I would have attempted all the random writing formats that I have.