Yesterday, I spoke to a group of middle schoolers. That's not usually my age range. I tend to speak to high schoolers or college students. But the kids surprised me. They were so energetic and passionate about writing. And so engaged.
Youth is definitely not wasted on these youngsters. Their depth of interest surprised me. It reminded me of how I used to live for books. I still do but life gets in the way. Work. Bills. Shit I gotta do.
I wish I could spend every Saturday at the library. I would burrow in the stacks and read every book I could. I would fall asleep book in hand and wake up magically transported to the land between the pages. Now that's a good dream.
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