Rediscovering My Writing

Posted: February 24, 2013 in Writing
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My First Book (3rd Grade)

As a child, I found every opportunity and excuse to write.  An extra credit assignment, an elective class, even unassigned parts of homework…if they involved some type of writing, I jumped at the chance!  I spent hours of my childhood—indoors, outdoors, and everywhere in between—reading, brainstorming ideas, and writing on anything I could get my hands on.  I was incredibly addicted to reading stories and enjoyed making up my own.

Sadly, most of my writing from before 1999 has been lost.  Yes, life happens, but it’s always sad when something you hold dear, especially something that you’ve created, is gone forever.  A few months ago, however, I found the first book I ever wrote.  It was tucked away in the back of the attic and fell out of a box when I was preparing to move.  I was thrilled to have rediscovered this little treasure!

I had never forgotten my little book, titled “The Dirtiest Dog in the World.”  It was a 3rd grade writing assignment.  The whole class was given a sheet of book titles, and each student was asked to pick one of those titles, come up with a story, and then draw pictures to illustrate it.  The teacher gave us sheets of story paper and then helped us put our books together with a cover and even an About the Author section.

It was a wonderful assignment, and I know that I’ll never forget it. There isn’t anything spectacular about my story or the illustrations.  I was only 8 years old at the time.  But when I rediscovered my first book, I remembered the excitement and joy I felt when I carefully wrote my story and illustrated every page.  During those precious moments spent making my book, I was the happiest a little girl could ever be.  And when I completed it and showed it to my family and friends my heart swelled with such pride.  That day, I knew that this would be but my first book.

Although the pages have yellowed and the edges have become tattered, this book is one of my most prized possessions.  In it lie all my hopes and dreams to be a writer.  It symbolizes the passion that still burns in my heart to put my thoughts and ideas on paper—to entertain others and to even inspire and touch my readers’ hearts.  And even if it falls apart one day, I’ll always remember fondly that it helped make me the writer I am today.


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