I worked like a dog for you. I worked like a dog.

So..
In my room, There are two bookshelves about 2 meters tall and 70cm wide. One of them is completely full of fiction, a few kids magazines and a few other odds and ends. The other has basketball trophies (for participation) on the top, momentos on the first shelf and a stereo on the second, the rest is books.
There's another bookshelf behind my door that's about 40cm wide and a 130cm tall. It also is full of book and a few computer games. Under my bed are three boxes, two are full and one is a third full. I lent a large number of my favourite books to Camelgirl a while ago.
I fell in love with reading when I was about 4 or so. I remember my mum or dad reading Harry Potter to me, and then after they left opening the book and reading it myself because I couldn't wait. In primary school I would spent my recess and lunchtime sitting on a bench reading. I didn't have any friends and I didn't care. When the fifth HP came out, I read it during class. The teacher's didn't care too much, I was still one of the better students.
About grade five or six I started caring and didn't read as much. After high school started I began using the computer more and now I spent most evenings reading manga on the computer.*
I've read so much that one day I realised I had started turning my life into a story, just to make it interesting. I'll do something and start narrating in my head, does anyone else do this?
I often get ahead of myself, and daydream of what's going to happen next. I make up a story that revolves around me, and set myself up for disappointment when I don't get my happy ending. I've spent my life reading stories and making up my own, but never making my own. If that makes sense.

*For those who don't know, manga is like a Japanese form of comics, but far more diverse in their subject range. It is becoming very popular in the West. Astro Boy and Dragon Ball were both manga that were turned into an anime (Japanese cartoons).

P.S. And, halfway through writing this post my mum arrived home with two bags of books she bought from the library. Fortunately there was only one I wanted.:)