My Experience At The Beginning Of My Writing Experience

I have always loved to write, and it became even more evident when I entered elementary school. I quickly befriended a girl named Beth, who lived just down the road from me. One afternoon that I remember in particular was in the middle of the summer. She and I were set to write a book. We had read countless storybooks on our own, and we could not see why we could not write one too. We sat down with a notebook and two pencils, and we were set to go.

Well at first I was a sophomore in college studying Pre-Med, and I had to drop a few classes since I didn’t like Pre-Med anymore. I walked into a writing class (A Poetry One) it was near the registration desk. I thought it was pretty cool, they were doing an automatic writing activity, when the guy invited me in. When we started this exercise I really enjoyed it a lot. I also began to read a lot more. The authors who really inspired me were John Updike , who wrote the Rabbit series and J.D. Salinger, who wrote The Catcher in the Rye.

I've read since childhood ALOT but I started writing in 5th or 4th grade when a teacher made the effort to have a short story and poem published in highlights magazine. She was the first person to really support me as a kid and I have to thank her...

Even though my childhood consisted a fair amount in writing. I think what really made me enjoy literacy even more, was joining my school's creative writing UIL ( University Interscholastic

Some of my earliest memories are those of my mother and grandmother reading stories to me before bed. At three and four years old I loved the stories they would read. Being introduced to Dr. Seuss and Curious George instilled a love for these fictional worlds where strange and silly things happened. I read constantly during elementary school on into early high school where I began to fall in love with biographies and historical nonfiction. During this time I also began my complicated journey of learning to write. Writing was not as easy for me to enjoy, but eventually, I did find some joy in it. There were many things which happened between the age of 4 and 19 that made me the literate person I am today.

A person can read and write a great deal in one day whether they realize it or not. Whether it be texting a friend or reading a textbook for a certain class, you are reading and writing constantly and a daily basis. What surprised me the most about the reading and writing that I did on Sunday was how much I am reading and writing on my phone. Whether I am texting to coordinate plans with a friend for the night or reading a random article I saw while reading a Facebook news feed, I am constantly reading and writing on my phone. I never considered it reading and writing when I used my phone, I just saw it as looking at my phone. Just staring at this four-inch screen for some sort of entertainment. What also surprised me was how much we read without noticing it. You can walk down State Street and you will be constantly reading by looking at stores, posters, or even words on a bus that is passing by. Our eyes and brains are looking at and reading words all the time.

My earliest memories of writing and reading started in kindergarten. I feel blessed to have been able to start school and be introduced to an education. I probably had the best kindergarten teacher I could have been given at the time. This is fundamental because this very teacher started my foundation for reading and writing.

I started writing in preschool and started typing in the 2nd grade. I have always been good at writing or telling stories. And making up tall tales.

My love for writing flourished at a very young age. I still remember the feeling of being the astonishing writer in my entire 5th grade class. We were told to make a genuinely simple short story, easy enough right? Well that would not cut it for my 10 year old mind. I acquired to make the most astonishing story my class had ever heard. That’s precisely what I did. While everybody else in the class had their 1-2 page story I had my 4-5 page story ( Plus mine had a wondrous picture on the front that went perfectly with my story). My story was about a fire monster and nothing is cooler than a fire monster. My teacher was in awe, so in awe he read it to the entire class. I was virtually famous for the entire day. That’s where my passion for writing for writing legitimately began.

My first memory was back in the fourth grade when our teacher asked us to write a poem about the Revolutionary war since we had just read a piece of literature from that time. I took that assignment to heart and crafted a stanza or two that blew me away. I guess that’s where it started. I didn’t mind writing in elementary school because it was like painting with words and I admired the people that could write a picture in my head. I wanted to be able to do that and I took that and began writing with quite a lot of description in hopes to deliver that imagery that I cherished. In middle school he creative fire was soon stamped out by reducing the types of writing that might have been enjoyable to me and my classmates. A dislike for writing grew among us, the dislike snowballed and worsened through the menial writings of middle education.

One of my first experiences seriously writing is when, I was in Highschool, and had to write a speech. I spent four days writing this speech. Although it wasn’t what you would call outstandingly fun. The speech was for my graduation on the last day of school BSEP. BSEP was a project all seniors had to complete and pass to graduate. I have been out of school for two years since that experience.

A large majority of my childhood consisted of me either writing or reading. It was just a recurrent factor. The ability to get lost in a book was something my younger self was particularly fond of. Everyday I would write in my journal about my day or a random story I came up with on

I created my first short story when I was eight-years-old. It became more elaborate as the years went by, and that story will become a children’s book. I will admit, though, that majoring in English was not always my intention. Throughout elementary school, weekdays included writing short stories and attempting to teach my pets how to read, while weekends consisted of wrapping my dog’s “broken” legs in toilet paper and researching uncommon illnesses. Literature became a top priority, and my aspiration to become a physician was replaced by an eagerness to become a writer.

My earliest memory of writing is when I was in first grade. The writing assignment was to write something exciting that happened over the summer. I chose to write about how I became a big sister. It was a short assignment, with mostly pictures instead of words. I wrote about how exciting it was to be a big sister for the first time. She was like a cool new toy that I just wanted to play with.

I first took interest in writing when i was in middle school. majority of the time in english class , we did a no judge zone with creative writing / free writing which gave everybody the chance