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My Trip To Tuscan, Arizona

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I have always loved stories. I love to read them, write them, and tell them. The telling part, though, quickly became a problem for me as a little kid because I ended up labeled a “compulsive liar.” But in my 5-year-old mind, I wasn’t lying, I was telling the more interesting version of what had happened. When I was six I wrote my first “book”. It was ten chapters and ten pages long and told the story a king who lost his jewels and hired a pair of ninja-detectives to recover them. When I was eight I wrote a memoir – although I didn’t know what a “memoir” was at the time – about a recent trip to Tuscan, Arizona. However, it wasn’t until the fifth grade that I really started writing short stories. The first one I wrote was about a town in Australia ruled by an …show more content…

A friend read something I wrote and laughed; I was so embarrassed I swore to never write again. I forced myself to forget the utter freedom I felt when writing. I told myself that I was a terrible author because someone found humor in something that wasn’t supposed to be humorous. This feeling of incompetency lasted about five years and affected everything I did. My grades suffered, and I began to constantly second guess myself. I started to write again a few weeks ago because I had so many stories in my head and my dreams I felt I would explode if I didn’t put them on paper. It was when I first started to write again that I truly appreciated the beauty of a blank page. A blank page invites one to say whatever they want to say without the fear of judgment because the page cannot, in fact, judge. A blank page is the freedom to tell a tale, any tale, no matter how outlandish. Most people my age shy away from a blank page because they don’t know what to say, but that is, to me, the beauty of it. A blank page allows me to put words to what I could never speak aloud. There is no stuttering, no tripping over words on a page. There are only words, and the words are

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