Writing comes as natural to me as breathing. Someone recently asked me "how long have you been writing?" My reply was, I don't remember a time that I didn't write. When I was a child I began to write. It helped me express all of the sorrow and pain I felt. I remember looking at this catalog filled with toys. I didn't want the Easy Bake oven or the latest Barbie...I wanted a typewriter. I was overjoyed on Christmas to find it sitting under the tree. I would spend hours in my room writing short stories and poems.
I was withdrawn and painfully shy, but somehow managed to find my voice when I wrote. Writing allowed me to travel to places I've never been, to see things I've never seen. To feel safe, protected and loved. I remember writing my first poem in third grade.
My teacher wanted me to read it in front of the class. Knowing I was too shy to do so, she decided to read it for me. It was entitled "Spring is like".
Spring is like a new born baby.
Spring is like a very pretty lady.
Spring is like the birds and the bees.
Spring is like the flowers and the trees.
In all that in one makes spring.
Weird how I STILL remember that. I know if I can imagine it, I can write it.
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