We had a lot of chores at our house, a tremendous number of chores, but we were always granted the time to read. And I had a reading chair that I sat in and read in. I also had a favorite tree that I sat in and read in. It sounds a little idyllic, sort of Mark Twainish, but it was true. I would find a quiet place. On Sunday mornings, because we had such chaos around our house, everybody running and getting dressed to go to church and everything, I sat in the car and read. I read everything. I read from A to Z in the Stockton Room. I just started on the As and went all the way through.