Personal Narrative: My Life As A Writer

As a child, reading was one of my favorite things to do and I excelled at it. Naturally, writing came just as easily. Writing in school was always one of my favorite subjects (along with science). After mastering the alphabet, and then spelling, writing evolved into a type of therapy, helping me to process difficult feelings and experiences. I was about age six when I was given my first journal as a gift. I remember writing in it every day, feeling empowered, as though my daily experiences were very important. Family, and then teachers, cheered me on and told me that I was good at writing, so I continued to write with a passion. I believe that children mirror the world around them and that they grow to be like what they have been told that

Because my father caused great pain to my family by abusing alcohol and eventually leaving, I used writing as a private way to express what spoken words could not. It was healing for me to journal my thoughts and emotions about my life on to paper. Later, as I grew older, I used those same feelings that had motivated my journal writing to write short fiction stories. I wrote many fiction stories that involved fabricated events and characters. Yet, the emotions that drove those tales were born of the real feelings I had felt so many years before. I imagined that the fictitious characters of my stories experienced similar life events that I did. I also used writing as a child as a creative outlet. Since I was never innately skilled at drawing and art, I used authoring stories as my main mode of artistic work. More recently, I have enjoyed writing important letters to my children every year on their birthdays. In my letters to my children, I mull over what we did the past year, what they have learned and how they have grown and of course how much I love them. I hope that when they are adults they will look back and enjoy this collection of letters I have created for