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My Writing Experience

Writing has always played a significant part in my life. Learning something new can be undoubtedly tricky, and I can relate this with my writing experience. Since I was a small kid, I can comfortably state that I have always had great interest and awareness regarding writing. As a kid, I had a smooth experience of learning because of the eminence of teaching and support that I was receiving from my family members particularly my father. Initially, I started writing by drawing simple objects and symbols which I could later name afterward. I can remember very well my father teaching me how to write by giving me a draft book and then asking me to write about some simple topics like “My Family,” “My Pet,” and I seemed to enjoy the whole process. In the start, there were some struggles while writing for example like coming up with a complete sentence. Moreover, my grammar and vocabulary were poor, but with time, my writing skills were significantly improving.

It was during the early education that I achieved to sharpen my writing skills and this played a significant role in my life. Therefore, all the support that I received provided a good ground for me in learning first the reading and writing basics of the English language. The support made my learning to seem more manageable, and thus I had enough time to relish writing about anything that fascinated me outside my school work as well as handling the tasks that were set in front of me.

The availability of many reading and writing materials at home, as well as my passion for writing, made me grow up being a creative child. I stopped writing funny essays about my parents, friends, and pets and started writing things like becoming a superman and building robots. I could read or watch a movie and then write down small writing concerning the content and later come up with my piece. I could feel like I was living outside of this world as most of the time I experienced some strange imaginations. I liked reading and writing real fiction as well as some stuff of fantasy that could make my mind stray from realism. This kind of stuff made kept my spirit alive, and I enjoyed it. The nature of pictures that I was able to put into my mind made me think and therefore I continued to write. When my mother saw my writings, she was shocked and said that I was too young for writing such content and she saw it a strange thing. However, my father always had my back. He continued bringing more materials to read and as he said he saw a great author in me.

After joining I school, things became even more interesting. My school library was stocked with many books, and I never imagined setting my foot there possibly because of shyness. One day I decided to visit the library during my free time while carrying my notebook and pen which I never left behind while going into an important place. Inside the library, I felt in a different world. The place was terrific, and the books were well placed. There was a serene environment, and everybody was busy with their stuff, some reading while others were writing. My attention was caught by the book entitled “Harry Potter” on one of the shelves. I decided to read the first pages of the book before the library time was over.

The story was about a young boy named Harry Potter who lived with his wand-wielding friends at the time of witchcraft and wizardry. The book had an epic story such that I could not control myself from further reading while down some important notes. I thought this was the most astonishing book in the whole world. The book had the most delightful sparky pictures. This experience made me start thinking about how I could come up with such a beautiful story and put it into writing. This increased my interest in writing, and therefore I started coming up with some short, fascinating epic stories which I could read in front of my classmates.

However, I feel that my interest, as well as my desire to write, grew once I reached middle school. There before I used to read a lot with some little writing but in middle school, we were required to write some stories for a test. Our English teacher was so encouraging, and she supported us where necessary. Her proficiency in the language made to see her as my mentor. I used to go to her for assistance, and she would give me some topics and articles to write about where she later corrected me where I was wrong. She demanded a one hundred percent score from me in her subject and most of the time I gave out my best my emerging to be the top student. She encouraged me to keep writing as she saw I had a great passion for it.

Presently I enjoy writing a lot since it consents me to express my feelings, establish my beautiful thoughts and to study information. Consequently, writing helps me to get my beliefs as well as opinions out in the open. I feel like I can write about anything that have ever crossed up my mind. Writing has helped me not only in school work but also in communication. As a form of communication I can write some nice speeches and articles that can be advantageous both at individual and national level. Thus I tend to be very obsessive about literacy since I regard both writing and reading as the basis of learning as well as finding oneself. I consider writing as my talent and I feel like I can write forever.