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Know Rhymes - Know Reasons

My parents are nerds . I don 't mean they were nerds as kids and grew out of it I mean my parents were nerds from the moment each was born though their adolescence , and right into adulthood . Today , my parents remain true to their heritage : they are full-fledged , adult nerds . As most people are aware , nerd hood requires a few supplies and traits along with the requisite pocket protectors , the over-exuberance for all

br things academic , and thick glasses , both of my parents are bookworms Luckily , certain genetic traits skip a generation , and I can honestly say that I am not a nerd however , I am a bookworm , and I am not ashamed to admit it because much of my life has been influenced by the things I have read

I grew up with Dr . Seuss . My father used to spend time every week reading the latest Dr . Seuss book with me . He 'd tuck me into bed , and then I read to him aloud as the story unfolded one rhyme and one intriguing illustration at a time . My goal was not so much to get to the end , but to learn new words , and each new word I learned was marked by my father with a bright , yellow highlighter . In this way , the progress I made became more tangible , and for all I know , that habit of my father 's allowed me the freedom to read all of my books with a dictionary and a highlighter by my side and never to feel as if doing so was a waste of time or a burden : new word were an adventure , and I loved learning them . I don 't recall developing a particular favorite Dr Seuss book as a child , but as I got older , I began to get the urge to unpack the box of my highlighted books and relive a little of my youth

The box of Dr . Seuss books had been stored in the family shed , and the years had taken

their toll . The change in temperature had caused the books to warp and mold , but they had not

gone completely to waste : at least one family of rodents had nested in the box

shredding the pages of my early education for their own progeny 's needs One lone book

remained untouched : Horton Hears a Who , and as I opened this last book of my childhood

and began to read , I was struck by the power of the story . Hidden in the text was one of the most

important lessons I 've ever learned : a single voice of the tiniest girl was strong enough to make a

difference . As hokey as it may sound , I leaned the degree to which an individual can impact the

world that day as I read that book . Perhaps I am a nerd

I won 't waste time by detailing the degree to which I read...