My Personal Writing : My First Memory Of Writing

I remember the fear that my first writing held. My mother did, in fact, see it and I was in more trouble than before. It was definitely not a wise choice on my part, but it certainly did provide a very colorful first memory of writing!

My earliest memories of being read to was when I was about four or five years old, my mom had read me princess books along with cat in the hat ones. She knew that in order for me to fall asleep, she had to read me a couple pages of the book I wanted. The earliest memory I have of writing was when I started Pre-K, there I began to learn how to write my name. Like most little kids, my handwriting wasn’t the best but It improved over time. I only remember the teacher would give us a worksheet full of colors and we had to learn how to write them out. In Pre-K the students were basically forced to take a nap, before that nap the teacher that I had read us maybe ten pages of a book. All of my memories were

I have wanted to be a writer since before I could read. As a child, I copied picture books out onto sheets of paper, with the illustrations and all of the letters, before I could even put

From the time I first learned to read, I found myself fascinated by books. As I got older, a teacher realized that my reading level was above that of the other children in my class, and sent me to the bookshelf to pick out a “chapter book” to read. With the envious eyes of many of my peers following me, I chose one (probably the one with the most colorful cover art) and began to read it. Little did I know, I would finish this book in no time, and my life would become consumed by reading from that point forward. I soon felt compelled to put some of my own ideas onto paper, and thus, I discovered my passion for writing. However, my skills would be, and are to this day, suppressed by one thing- first drafts. I have never been able to sit down

The earliest memory of my writing is in 4th grade we had to do the weekend news every Monday and it was due at the end of the day. I first would write down bullet points of what I did, for example, if I celebrated a birthday with someone or hanged out with my friends then we had to write it by hand on notebook paper and it had to be at least a page long. I was always the quickest because of what I did.

Sitting on a colorful blanket and listening to my mom read books from Disney was my first memory of learning how to read. She could read word by word, making those face expressions that used to make me feel excited and of course she would show off the pictures. She finished reading and then she gave me a little purple notebook, where I used to practice how to spell my name and practicing the alphabet. Those are the first memories I have about learning how to read and write.

I had minimal writing experience, in first grade we each wrote a “book” and submitted them to a program called

One day my mom brought me a journal I knew a lot girls that were journaling, I never knew what they were writing, I figured it out, my journal became my best friend whenever something would happen I would write about it, I guess you can say that’s when I really got into writing, I would journal about my life what I wanted to be when I got grown, the family I would someday have; my future husband what he looked like, to the car he drove; my journal truth and fairytale stories.

As a young child I always prided myself in my writing. I attended the Young Authors Conference every year during elementary school. The Young Authors Conference allowed us to write and share books that

My first memories of learning to read and write was in church. I can remember being handed a pen and paper while sitting in church with my grandmother. Now, she probably was attempting to keep me occupied while we were in service, but I can specifically remember rewriting the words of the church program, or at

Well, I don’t remember much writing before kindergarten, but I can talk about what I know about that time. I remember a particular time writing a story: It was about a girl who found an injured bird, took it home, and nursed it back to health. She would then set the bird free in her back yard. This sounds like it was a cute story, but the teacher told me I had just one issue with it: I kept using the word “and” repetitively. I know almost word for word what she told me to do, and how to fix it, the whole conversation is very clear to me. This correction though, didn’t dampen my thoughts on writing. I honestly don’t write that much now, but when I do I’m writing an original story or something of the sort. The writing experience is also in the positive spectrum of my

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.

It was third grade, and I got the opportunity of a lifetime. I was going to get my very own short story published! I would be the author, the illustrator, and my own idol. I can recall how it all happened very vividly.

Writing in the past started in kindergarten. My teacher taught me how to write my name over and over until I could write it with no errors. All through elementary my teachers taught me

My first memory of reading or writing was being taught the alphabet at the daycare I attended in my childhood. I was in the “butterfly room” which was for children going into kindergarten the following year. I have a similar memory of my mother teaching me to write my name when I was around that same age. At some point in the years following I learned to read on my own and became more proficient in writing.