What was the moment in life when you think you reall started to enjoy reading? Was it from the first words you said? Or was it a specific book? A muse? A mentor?
For myself, it started when my mother was in nursing school, and she left out her anatomy and microbiology books out. I was only about five or six years old. I had gotten in them and tried to make sense of the latin terms in them. This cycle repeated for a while (I can't remember for the life of me) when my mother sat down and started to explain to me the terms, definitions, and functions of different parts and organisms. I think curiosity and my mother were my main motivations to truly appreciate reading.
For myself, it started when my mother was in nursing school, and she left out her anatomy and microbiology books out. I was only about five or six years old. I had gotten in them and tried to make sense of the latin terms in them. This cycle repeated for a while (I can't remember for the life of me) when my mother sat down and started to explain to me the terms, definitions, and functions of different parts and organisms. I think curiosity and my mother were my main motivations to truly appreciate reading.