Flebbster

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. "Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!" He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought— So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought. And as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! and through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dea

 I have always been an avid reader. At a young age I always wanted to hear my mother tell me a story at bedtime, always asking for another after she finished the last one. Eventually, I grew up and was finally able to read for myself, demolishing whole books and novels in just a couple days. In no time I was reading books on a college level, taking on a translated version of The Odyssey by Homer in its entirety in only 6th grade. It’s funny that I became such an accomplished reader considering that in Kindergarten I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to. When I was young,  I was a very impressionable, sensitive child. I had just