Book worm that is.
I used to be an avid reader in my younger years. I loved books, the more books the better. I loved to get lost in the writing, escape to another world and away from my own life (I think this happened more often after my parents divorced). I remember when I was around 12, I would get home earlier than my sister from school, so I would hide under her bed and read her copy of "Forever" by Judy Blume - she had forbidden me to read it, and of course because it was forbidden, I loved it even more. I had to hide under her bed just in case I was so absorbed in the writing that I didn't hear her come in - didn't want to get busted reading it after all.
I haven't read much these last few years, and I really miss it. I do feel its part of who I am - not just "mummy" (or as Coo says - "mumma" or as Speedy says "Marrrr-meeee") but part of being Mel.
Some days I struggle to remember what I was like before I had kids. Seriously, with all this constant sleep deprivation over the last 4 years, I'm lucky to remember my name most days. But I do remember loving books.
Maybe one day I'll actually have the time to read something that isn't on a computer screen, and find that "Mel the Book worm" chick again......cos I think I miss her.