I love words, my ears really perk up when I hear someone say a word I've never heard before. I will hear the sentence over and over the word enunciating itself in the sentence.
I remember a conversation with a former principal, who used the word 'usurp' in a conversation. Once she said 'USURP', I didn't hear anything else in the conversation. I'm pretty sure what she said was important, but I didn't hear it. I remember jotting down the word on a sticky note, gathered my young students from their special and headed to the classroom.
I remember looking around on the shelved for a dictionary. My eyes only found a Scholastic Children's Dictionary. I was beginning to feel desperate to know, but that wasn't going to happen. See this was before computers and Internet access were common place. I had to wait until I get my hands on a dictionary.
This was the beginning of a ritual for me, I now write words down in a notebook. I realized I love words.