I was a huge reader back when I was young, going through books like they were nothing. Of course, my young mind couldn’t really grasp the implications of most of them, so they’d just slid off my brain. You can’t really give The Brothers Karamazov to an eight-year-old and expect the little bastard to get anything.
That’s not the case for everything, though, and some stories get burned into your mind so clearly that you still remember it fifteen years later. Sometimes those are pretty unassuming too. Not well-known classics or bestsellers, just some random story that grabs hold of an impressionable mind.
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