My modest beginnings as an author begun as a youthful girl with a pad and pencil. Sparkling stickers covered the black cover, expressing my love to Rainbow Bright and affection of My Little Ponies. Now, I couldn’t say where that notebook is.
I only recall vaguely what the story was about. At the moment, my thoughts centered on the fantastical: Disneyesque fairy tales where the evil guys always failed and the good guys always prevailed. The story created a lifetime passion for literature.
My Teenager Literary Journey as an Author.
Sitting in 8th Grade English class, we received an assignment to write about an experience that shaped our life. At once, I knew what I would compose: the single event that defined how I made friends.
When I was eleven, my mother moved in with my step-father. My sister and I were one of the only kids who resided in the area we still fondly call The Hill. I made friends with a little girl. Edwina was the same age as I was, and a year later, she impacted my world in a way that resonates with me even now.
I still remember hearing the terrible news. Over the last year, Edwina didn’t leave her home. My friend was always sick. The Flu. Pneumonia. She had them all.
Edwina–the best friend I only knew for a year–died. When her mother was pregnant with her, the woman developed a disease that transferred to my friend. That illness took Edwina’s life. In my memory, she remains a youthful.
The event still effected me in eight grade. To handle my grief, I turned to writing. During that time and since, it became a tool I use to express my emotions.
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