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My First Love

I can’t remember the exact age I was when I met my first love. I just remember being really young. We found each other in a way I don’t think either of us anticipated. When we met, our encounter would change the rest of my life.

My first love was a combination of two things: reading and writing.

The first time I realized I loved the two, was when I read a book by Dr. Seuss titled, Hop on Pop. I remember asking my mom what every word said. Once I grasped the concept of reading, my next mission was to learn how to create what I’d fallen in love with. To this day, my love of books, reading, and writing, still gives me the same joy and love I first experienced as a little girl. If I have something great to read, paper, and/or a writing utensil, I’m good. I still utilize technology like computers for writing and my Nook (an e-reader) but I still love, enjoy, and appreciate the touch, smell, and feel of a good, old-fashioned book right off the shelf, and using paper, pencils, and pens to write. I have a first love I believe will be around for the long haul. I love our love story.  
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