The first story I’m writing is about the time when I hid under a teacher’s bookcase one morning before high school. Yes. It was an incredibly stupid and embarrassing thing to do. So stupid and embarrassing that I still think about it now.
In a sense, I carried the bookcase with me for the next 20 years. You can’t put down a good book. I can’t put down a bad bookcase. Maybe that is why I felt I had to write about it.