I have always been and forever will be in love with reading. I realized this when I was in fourth grade with my teacher Mrs. Gokey. She had light brown curly hair with a few blonde strands here or there up to her shoulders, stood almost 6 feet tall, and had the gentlest hazel eyes a person could have. Mrs. Gokey would read us books every Friday as a sort of treat for getting through the week. One of her first reads was the book "Mick Harte Was Here". The paper thin book was about a 12 year old boy, Mick Harte, who lived to the fullest as his older sister Phoebe would say, but unfortunately died because of a bicycle accident. Living life to the fullest meant not wearing a helmet, and which could of prevented him from dying so now Phoebe, our