One summer I rekindled an interest in books. Unlike my Mom, who seemingly can read over 1,000 pages in a couple hours, I am a slow reader so I had to live another day to finish the book.
I learned to play a new Nintendo adventure game. It was kind of like Zelda. I found it preoccupied my thoughts. I had just left the stale, cold junior high school for good. It was a prison yet l did not feel liberated at all.
One day as I was playing this game, I thought about the hours I had wasted learning to play... I threw the game aside and never powered up the NES box again. I walked into my room, picked up a book and read almost all night.
Posted by Michael at July 28, 2004 07:29 PM