one to have my nose in a book. as a child, i would take a book with me any and everywhere. my mother still to this day makes fun of me for having been able to navigate a mall during christmas shopping, all the while reading non stop and keeping pace. as i grew, it was more about getting me to stop reading and go to bed at night. eventually, my parents started taking light bulbs out of my room at night to try and get me to sleep. it did little to deter me, as i would climb out my window and read on the roof by the moonlight. 