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My people are like this:

You played hooky from school so you could hide under your favorite spruce tree and read books under the branches.

Despite all the chastisement, yelling, threats, and punishments, you refused to ever reveal your secret hiding tree. You would not ever let anyone take that refuge from you. They had their libraries. You had your hidey-hole.

When the principal gave you detention you played hooky from detention to read another book under the tree. You got extra weekends of detention for that and for refusing to tell the adults where you were at.

No reading was allowed during detention. You knew that was evil horse pucky!

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[–] [email protected] 0 points 2 days ago (1 children)

@octade @infostorm @mypeople @weirdfolks @bookstodon my mom would say i HAD to go play, no reading. So i would put a book in my waistband and climb a tree to read.

[–] [email protected] 0 points 2 days ago (1 children)
[–] [email protected] 0 points 2 days ago

@octade @infostorm @mypeople @weirdfolks @bookstodon yeah, it usually turned into playing The Towering Inferno when my little sister would come find me. Mom DID think i read too much, and too intently (some books i would finish and immediately restart) but i now think she usually just chased me out because i was the only one who could avoid the 'since you're so rowdy right now, go outside to play' method of getting the house to herself once in a while. There were a LOT of us.

[–] [email protected] 0 points 2 days ago

@mypeople @infostorm @octade @weirdfolks @bookstodon no spruce tree for me, but cutting class to hide in the rafters of the concert hall where the stage lights were set in order to read George Eliot and George Sand: high school had its good moments!