Grinning, I rushed into the kitchen waving a messy paper. The writing on it could hardly be recognized. Squiggles and blotches covered the whole page. I proudly set it on the table, and called everyone to come and look. My family gathered around. “My first whole page!” I shouted, as if something extremely vital to life was finally accomplished. Laughing, dad and I attempted to figure out what it said, but neither one of us could get much out of the illegible print. I could barely read my own writing! Part of the story included a diamond, a spaceship, and a ‘bad guy’. I remember my first story like I would remember a blurry dream.
Both my creativity and I grew from there on. In 3rd grade I remember that my print was so messy and my spelling so horrific that Mom typed everything for me. I wrote long and confusing stories about dragons, candy houses, frogs and pigs. Slowly but surely my spelling improved, and I developed typing skills, so I no longer relied on my mother to type out long papers for me.
Now I mostly write the beginnings of stories never finished, and life experiences on this blog. Off and on I keep a journal.
As writing and reading seem to be tied up together in the same knot, I will now move on to the next loop… “I want to learn how to read!” I complained to nobody in general. Dad looked up. Everyone else in my family was digging through a variety of books. Because I wasn’t pushed to learn how to read, I developed an almost abnormal love for books.
A plastic gray crate is one of my first memories of going to the library. It would be stuffed with a whole assortment of books by the time it finally made it to checkout. We feasted on the stories all the way home in silents. In all of my family, I love to read the most. I love to open a new book, and dive into the ocean of words that send me on a journey and teach me new things.
My taste of reading has dramatically changed over time. I used to enjoy reading lots of books about magic and dragons and wizards and things like that, and now I like the classics better. However, I still like to read some books like Peter and the star catchers and Lord of the Rings. I also enjoy all of C.S. Lewis’ books.
Writing and reading has been a huge part of my life. I’ve learned a lot from books, and discovered much by just plopping my ideas out on paper.
This is a modified version of an intruduction essay I wrote for my WR 121 class.