I just fell in love with words at an early age both the written and the spoken, they became a part of me.
Books and reading have always been my constant. They were my friends in a friendless school and my companions away from tormenting siblings. They showed me worlds and people and situations that I could never have experienced without them. My moral compass developed under their tutelage, as did my vocabulary and my curiosity.
As an adult they became my way of making sense of a chaotic world. They hug me at my loneliest, comfort me when my heart aches and make me laugh when I am caught at my bleakest.
There are many things I could live without, reading isn't one of them!