When I was only a few apples tall, my mother read me a story every night until one evening, when I took the book from her hands and told her I would be the one reading stories now. Ever since then, literature has fascinated me. I read every evening until the sun sets. And mostly, I adore spending time in nature, with a book on my lap and the sun warming my skin. I feel free when I hear the wind rustle leaves and dance among trees. When birds chirp, I come alive. During the winter, when ice coats my windows, I skate outside in the snow until my fingers are numb.