Remembering writing

I remember wanting to write even before I could.  I loved pencils and crayons and markers. I would take out paper from my sister's notebook and play writer.  I would make all kinds of marks on the paper and then take it to my mom or dad and read them the story that I wrote. 

I think my love of writing comes from my father.  He was a teacher, counselor and then a Principal - and he did a lot of writing.  I loved to sit next to him at his desk and write with him and sometimes sit in his lap and he would help me make  letters.  I wanted to make letters and words so much that both mom and dad worked with me.  I was lucky to have parents who did that because as I entered Kindergarten I could read and write.  But it got a bit frustrating when my writing was so slow, but my mind was making stories a mile a minute. 

I excelled in English and it was always my favorite class, but I can not spell.  I don't know what the problem is, but my spelling is terrible.  Thank God for Spell Check and the little spell checker I carry around in my purse.  I still love to write and I know it will be a passion all my life.  I just found blogging and it is a wonderful outlet to share my writing and read others. 

Loving you,

Pg