10 Every time I learn something, I'm overcome by such a simple and pure feeling of joy that, if I weren't so embarrassed, I'd practically jump for joy. I still remember the day I went to the bookstore with my mother when I was eight. She had decided to buy me a Petit Larousse. It was red, and we covered it up because I knew I'd carry it for as long as possible. Besides looking it up for school, I thoroughly enjoyed opening it and reading every definition I came across. The pages were very thin, and there were thousands of pages full of stories.

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