Kristina Schmidgall is a social worker living in Detroit. She enjoys the outdoors, sports, and reading again.
By Kristina Schmidgall
Guest Writer
Growing up, I was a reader. As soon as I learned to read in school, I would come home and read all the time. My parents and older sisters enjoyed reading, so I seemed to follow in their footsteps and was encouraged to read.
I remember my little sister, who could not read at the time, begging my mom to make me play with her instead of read. My mom would tell her to leave me alone and let me read for awhile. I continued to do a lot of reading until I reached college.
While earning my bachelor's degree, I read my textbooks and lost my passion for reading for fun. Since college, I have read occasionally, but lacked my former passion.
This past May, for my birthday, Anna gave me a book, The
Echoing Green: The Untold Story of Bobby Thompson, Ralph Branca and the Shot
Heard Round the World. Anna knows that I loved baseball--the Los Angeles
Dodgers in particular. Once I started, I could not put the book down. Not only
did I enjoy reading about the historical perspective of baseball, but I
reunited with my love for reading. I realized that I had been trying to read
fiction, a genre that I do not enjoy as much, but needed historical books and
other nonfiction literature.
I am happy to announce that I have continued reading and only wish I had more time to indulge in my passion.
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