Finding my way through reading.

Growing up I really didn't have much reading done much at home. My mother was a single parent and worked very long hours. So most of my reading was done at school. I can recall this one story I had when I was in the third grade. I don't know the title, but it was in reference to a little girl being bullied by another girl and being chased home everyday until her mother made her face her. I relayed to to this story and remembered so well because I was is a similar situation where I was being bullied. Later on reading became a away where I could escape my problems. I know it sounds like a cliche but this is really true. Reading no is one of my most favorite hobby.