Personal Narrative: My Love of Knowledge

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There was light in the room. It was coming from a lamp on a desk. Next to the desk was a bed. Across from the bed was a bookshelf. The bookshelf had several books missing. A few were scattered in front of the bookshelf, some were in a pile on the desk, but one was in the hands of a boy who was sitting in a chair in front of the desk. The book was The Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkien. It was two o’ clock in the morning, the boy was eight years old, and he had just fallen asleep. That boy was me. Ever since an even younger age, I have had a love of knowledge. Every chance I got, I did what I could to learn more. My hunger for knowledge was trumped only by my hunger for pizza. When I started a book, I could not put it down. The scenario described earlier was a very common one. I had my first all-nighter before most of my peers because I would just be so absorbed in a book that I would forget to go to sleep. This love of knowledge has not died as I have aged. I still wish to know as much as I can. Knowledge has been the one constant in my life. My Dad has had a very unique care...

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