When I was a little girl I remember sitting on the stair at the bottom of the stairway that went up to mine and my sisters bedrooms. I'd sit on that last step because just beyond that step was a bookcase. I wanted to read but hadn't yet been taught how.......One of the books, "The Bay Of Pigs" was my favorite. I'm not sure why that book intrigued me. But it did, and I'd always reach for it, open it up and will myself to read it. Over and over again I'd try ........thinking that if I wanted it bad enough, then I could do it.
Of course by the time I could read, I'd lost interest in The Bay Of Pigs.
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