As a child, I regularly struggled with attacks of asthmatic bronchitis, which prevented me from going to school and had to keep the bed panting.
In a time without internet or day television, there was only one activity left that I could deal with: reading, reading a lot.
I had a large collection of comic books, but fortunately I also had a lot of 'regular' reading books. I read all sorts of things, reading distracted me from the fight for air my lungs wished to keep busy. Maybe that's where my career as a bookworm started.
Between sick days I joined the library regularly for a new stock of books. Ever even twice in a day. The library lady couldn't believe I had all the books from that morning in the afternoon, and sent me away again.
I can get even mad about it...
(c) 2021 Hans van Gemert
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