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.