I have decided to write about how I started writing and where my love began.
Little Light Reading On the Can
It all began as all stories do. On the toilet. Yep, but it wasn't one of those awkward moments. My sister, Stephanie, is two years old than me and my best friend growing up. I found her notebook on the bathroom floor; the one I was never allowed to read because she said I couldn't. Like a good sister, I read it anyway. But secretly. It was an interesting story about her husband and their eighteen children. All boys. (Which is ironic because she only wants one child nowadays - eighteen is crazy!)
I wanted to be like my big sister. I went into my room and dug out my favorite notebook, writing in the front cover that no one was allowed to read it. My first story was awful. It was called "Rosemary's Child" and about an orphan from Maine who moved to Iowa and lived with a bad foster family. She ended up living with the doctor who saved her from pneumonia. Yep, it was bad. But it was my beginning.
I kept writing and slowly, I think my stories have become better. I try not to swipe ideas from bathroom stalls anymore, but sometimes the motivation hits. Also, turns out Stephanie wasn't mad. She likes to read my stories and I highly value her opinion to this day with what I write. She's never afraid of a little tough love.
|Me and my big sis (I am the small pudgy one)|
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