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As child, I was always fascinated by the forest .I dreamed of it and longed to see it. I was born in a small town call Toumodi , in the center of Ivory coast, west Africa. At the age of two,my older sister me to Abidjan, the politic capital of the Ivory coast.At the age of seven, I felt torn between my love for nature and my desire to pursue a writing career.Then I found a way to combine both.
Every summer,I was going to spend time with my father and mother in the in order to help them in the farm.My father had a lot ressources, two field of cocoa three fields of coffee, two fields of rubber tree and also castle breeding, and poultry farming.He had more than ten workers and also owned a couple of vans for the connection between his farms.
First of all, I always go to the farm a copy book and a pen, I remember, father was laughing at me and used to tell me :” I don’t think your place is beteen us because field and have nothing in common.He couldn’t understand me but my book and my pen were for my report after visiting a farm.
At that time I felt like having a passion to write. My main purpose was to mention every detail and be able to give a day by day report to older sister. Over the years my love for the writing became so strong that I couldn’t wait to see the summer coming. Sometime, when I come back to the city, I miss the nature so bad and I had to beg my sister to accompany me to the park just for my writing ispiration. When I got to the park, just the smell of the trees make me feel like I am in one of my father’s farm.
By practicing my writing, I started to get better and better in school. My teachers could see the dramatical change in my writing skill. I always have something to write, because, I have a big family a...

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...arm is over. I will try not to remember, the past will be the past. I tried very hard to move on in my writing. However, I started to write about the city and what it offers to young people like us. But after few years , I came to the United State and my writing life change for second time because of the English. I’m a French native and all my writing was in French, how to have a connection? Things started to be very hard for me I can see, a scene, I felt like writing again, but how to started, from where to transfer my thinking from French to English? Even if I wanted to so, I don’t have the right word in English, I was like a new born who was learning to speaker, I tried but it was very difficult,
Today, things are not better, but at least I’m trying to word together and I hope one day I will have the same writing life that I had in French, and be even better.

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