I disliked books when I was a child. They symbolized isolation, concealment, silence, and boredom. I also thoroughly disliked bookish kids and instantly befriended those preferring outdoor adventures: I wanted action, to go places—to be a mountain climber, to ascend pyramids, to build fortresses in the jungle against fictitious invaders. I dreamed of exploring the Chiapas rain forest, navigating the Usumazinta River, penetrating mysterious caves in Tabasco, and conquering dormant volcanoes like Popocatépetl. What least appealed to me was staying alone within the four walls of my room, suffocated and forgotten.
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