A book a day, keeps reality away

When I was younger, say 4 or 5, we used to have this low shelved wall lined book case in primary school. It was filled with children's story books in clear plastic zip bag things. The colour of the bags zip, was the different reading levels.  I think I read every single book on that book case in one year. When I went into year one, I lived in the school's tiny library. Most of the books were over my head but over the five/six years, I read most of them books too. My favourite was Creature Teacher by R. L Stine and a book about Howard Carter and his excavation of Tutankhamen's burial chamber. What can I say, I was a strange child.   In high school, I would constantly read. My pace getting faster and faster, until I could read a book a day. At weekends when my mother and sister went shopping, I stayed in the town's library (even now I hate shopping) reading book after book in the children's sections and then into the teen section.   It wasn't until I wrote a short story for my friend, that I knew I wanted to be a writer. Even then, I didn't think I was possible. Instead going for a career in journalism or media. Then in university I realised how much I didn't want to be a journalist or television producer or any other media related job. 
I am a writer.  
I just thought you'd like to know.