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When I was little, I carried a small Merriam-Webster dictionary around in my backpack. I kept another one sandwiched between my Goosebumps and Babysitters Club collections on the bookcase in my bedroom. I hated not knowing the meaning of a word; any time I heard something unfamiliar on television or stumbled over a new word in a book, I turned to the closest dictionary and searched until I found satisfaction in the definition.
Unbeknownst to most of the adults in my life, I also looked up the words I overheard in their “not-for-little-ears” conversations, so I had a pretty, uh, mature vocabulary for an eight-year-old.
While my friends filled their afternoons with sports and video games, I devoured library books in quiet corners and penned dozens of poems and short stories in Lisa Frank composition notebooks. I wanted to be a novelist; a journalist; or any other “-ist”…
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