I refused to do the things that nice, domesticated girls were supposed to do, and spent all my time in my grandfather’s library.
It wasn’t that I was rebellious or anything it was more that I was not interested in growing up trained in domesticity as my mother insisted.
The ritual Monday morning stripping of beds and re-making with starched sheets and tight hospital corners drove me crazy.
Rather I snuck off whenever I could to grandfather’s library and buried myself in his many wonderful texts.
Grandfather had been an engineer, and I was drawn to all things to do with that. He had multiple volumes, and I found myself devouring the ones that dealt with mathematical issues. Alongside that, the physics of engineering fascinated me more and more.
I found there was a corner of his library where I could secrete myself and read to my heart’s content.
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