While I was reading The Great Gatsby I realized I was really bored. I’m not trying to start a discussion saying that The Great Gatsby is a boring book. No, I’m trying to state that I was bored reading it because I lost my love for reading. As a kid, I grew up loving to read, but as soon as I became a teen, it became harder and harder for me to like reading. Now, I wouldn’t say I could pin point the year or time when I stopped loving to read. Loving to read was apart of me and when I noticed it had gone I realized I felt less of who I was as a child. Sometimes I feel like Gatsby when he changed himself into a completely different person. Growing up is like that in a sad way or in a good way. Parts if you are the same, like your noes or your ears, but sometimes when I look in the mirror I don’t recognize the person looking back at me. Sometimes I wish I could see my five year old self and give them a really big hug, in a happy way and a sad way.