Reading. I've always enjoyed reading. When I was little my dad used to read to me every night. Even when I learned to read myself, my dad would read to me. He'd come in and let me pick out a book for him to read. Through my advanced powers of persuasion (i.e. saying please, being adorable and the baby of the family) I usually could get him to read three or four a night. I would make all kinds of promises about cleaning my room and getting up early just so daddy would read to me more. He read every Dr. Seuss book I had and Berenstein Bears books...and my personal favorite: The Very Hungry Caterpillar... backwards. Yup. Backwards. My dad is and was amazing. I would often continue reading after he left me to go to sleep. My parents would wake up to a pile of books haphazardly thrown onto the floor next to my bed. I was voracious.