I've been what I would describe as a compulsive reader for as long as I can remember. You may recall that I don't actually remember learning how to read...one day, when I was about 3 1/2 years old, I just could. And since that day, I've never stopped reading.
When I was a kid eating my breakfast cereal every morning, I would sit and read every word on the cereal box, even the ingredients. (Remember when they used to have games on the back of the box? And always a secret toy surprise inside, too.) Riding down the highway, I would read every single billboard. (At least I didn't read them all out loud, like my grandparents used to do.) I even remember reading whole sections of our Funk and Wagnall's encylopedias when I didn't have anything new to read. When I was in junior high, a teacher caught me with a paperback book tucked inside my textbook, and she was so angry she literally tore my book to shreds in front of the whole class. Can you imagine...a teacher physically tearing up a book because a kid was reading too much?
When I was growing up, our bathroom at home was always well supplied with copies of the Reader's Digest. I loved testing my vocabulary with the "Word Power" quizzes and chuckling at the "Laughter Is the Best Medicine" stories. Every issue contained an article called "Drama in Real Life", in which someone would be trapped in a blizzard on top of Mount Everest or be attacked by a mama grizzly bear protecting her cubs, or some such misadventure. That was always the article I turned to first. The Reader's Digest sure helped pass the time in the bathroom.
So in an effort to keep up the family tradition of having quality literature available in the bathroom at all times, I've been a subscriber to World Magazine for a number of years.