Who am I?
Honestly, I want to know too.
A young French Horn musician?
A straight-A student in a top high school?
A sports enthusiast?
A long distance traveler?
A passionate community service volunteer?
I am not sure. Who can tell me?
This time of last year, I would say that I am a boy. But ever since I
participated in my school's coming of age ceremony, I am quite confused
about whether I am a boy or a man.
If we're talking about independence
and strength, I'm a man.
As a person who joined a famous orchestra at a young age, many would
think that my #1 hobby is playing the French horn. I just smile at them.
My friends on the tennis court who barely win against me think that my
#1 hobby is playing tennis.
The librarian of the bookstore I often go to mistakenly believes that
my #1 hobby is reading.
There are also several friends of mine who see photos that I take while
traveling. They assume that #1 hobby is traveling long distances.
Several community service hosts think that my #1 hobby is community
service, as they frequently see me.
After everyone guesses my favorite hobby, my mother looks at me with
an odd smile. Because only she knows, although all the things mentioned
above are my hobbies, my absolute #1 most favoritest, bestest, most
beloved hobby, is...
*drumroll*
Sleep.
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