Off My Chest
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This answer speaks to me. I used to read nonstop when I was a child. Fiction, non-fiction, didn't matter. I loved it.
After college, it took me a good 5-6 years to start reading for fun again, and it's never quite been the same.
Kinda same. One time in primary school when I got a book from the school's library, I had to walk about 10 minutes to get to the bus station after classes, and I remember being disappointed that this meant I couldn't continue the book for those 10 minutes. I also had a children's encyclopedia back then with all sorts of topics from astronomy to history to technology, that I read several times.
Granted, I was never necessarily all in on reading. I would be split between that and gaming or TV as well. But compare that to today, after school managed to kill reading for me, and now I don't really read, and just play games or watch anime instead.