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When I was a kid, I read and re-read every book my parents had on the shelves, which truthfully, was not that many books, unless you want to count the small-print encyclopedias. Shakespeare was my first love, even though I couldn't understand what I was reading, but I loved the sound of the words. I read the Bible in the same manner, but the words frightened me, so I read it much less. When I got to choose my own reading material out of the vast libraries at my elementary schools, I gobbled up whole shelves full of science fiction, travel books, ancient civilizations, and other adventure stories. Later I discovered the poetry of Sylvia Plath, Langston Hughes, and other moderns, which opened up my soul to breathe more freely. But it wasn't until I was in my 30s that I discovered I had a real sense of humor, which grew into a gift for satire, then tempered into what I do now. I may have left my heart at the community college, but at least I found my voice.
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