As you know, I was going to have a bookstore, but it never got started.

So I had a lot of books.

Even children’s books.

I looked around and saw how children like to read, want to, need to.

So I bought more children’s books and gave them away.

Some were hardbacks for the library.

Some were paper back for taking home and keeping, strong enough to be read more than once.

To better familiarize myself with the genre, I started reading the books aloud.

It worked.

Suddenly I was a child again. I saw things with a child’s eyes.

I understood even my own life better.

So I gave away even more books than before.

I wasn’t in it for the money.

Which is good, because there wasn’t any.

But more children were reading more books, and I was more happier.