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RE: A Random Summer Memory... Because Why Not?
I lived at my grandfather's house for a while. He had been an ardent reader, actually the only person in our family who had been reading. I learnt to read through imitating him though he never asked me to read.
Interesting how often we pick up the manners and interests of people we have fond memories of. The auntie with the house above was all about "growing things," and I got my love of gardening largely from her.
I used to believe it is because of how real they are when they do their things.