I was in elementary school, the fourth or fifth grade, and we had a substitute teacher for the day. I didn't really think anything of it, of her, until we had reading time. Everyone around me was sitting at their desk hunched over a book--everyone except her.
She was sitting on top of an empty desk, back perfectly erect, book approximately four inches from the tip of her nose. She had wisps of hair that fell gently on either side of her face and I thought, in that moment, that she was the most perfect human being ever to live. She looked like a princess to me (and what eleven-year-old girl doesn't want to meet a princess?).
I don't know why this memory has stuck with me, but it has. Occasionally I'll be reading a book, curled up in a corner of the couch, and that memory will come back. I'll remember how one day, in elementary school, I had a substitute teacher who read like a princess. And then I'll smile.
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