I loved to read. I can remember being under my blanket when I was in bed for the night, with a flashlight and a book. It was a bit tricky holding the flashlight with one hand and holding the book with the other, so most times I would just put the flashlight in my mouth, pointing the business end towards the book so I could see the text. I was supposed to be sleeping, and my parents never knew I stayed up for hours reading. That's probably why, when I was supposed to get up for school the next day, I was so dog-tired I couldn't lift my head. Fortunately, I never got caught. My parents slept downstairs and my brother and I had bedrooms located on the top floor.