BitterPill

My first memory is of my fourth birthday party. We went out to my new grandparent's house in the country, and there was a huge dragonfly infestation. They were everywhere, and I thought it was all for me. My stepfather help up his hand with four fingers and said, "You are four."

When I was eight, almost nine, my mom went on a six-week Spanish immersion program in Guadalajara for the summer, and for weeks all I saw written in my native tongue was on a Burger King sign to and from the Institute. One day while out and about in the city, we passed a newsstand where I noticed a copy of Creepy in English with what looked like a zombie on the cover and promised, "Stories guaranteed to give you nightmares!" I was so starved of reading something in English I begged Mom for half a block before she turned around and bought it for me, and so I had nightmares for years.

Reading, gaming and this.