Perhaps the only season of my life where I resisted naps was when I was around four. I wanted to be awake - absorbing the world around me like a sponge! But my poor mom needed nap time (for her) like she needed oxygen. And so, she’d pile a bunch of books on my bed, place me in the middle, and tell me that if I didn’t want to sleep, I could “read quietly.” I was an early reader, and so I read quietly, but soon got through the books, and resumed playing in my room, with the door closed.