Wednesday, January 19, 2005

You bring meaning to my life, You're the Inspiration

Although I believe that many people have influenced my writing style, I am going to take this a different direction. Who inspired me to first start writing altogether. Now that I look back on it, I guess you could say my parents, they had me reading at an extremely young age, and literacy can lead to writing. I could say my Kindergarten teacher, she put the pencil in my hand and gave letters that I could say, a definite form. However neither of these suit how I really feel that I started writing. I have an older cousin Kristi. Now, we aren't extremely close, I have family that I talk to a lot more often, but she is the only older female cousin that is relatively close to my age. She is two years older than I am, so when I was in first grade practicing printing, she was in the third grade practicing cursive. I remember that I was extremely jealous and wanted to be able to do just the same. I can remember sitting in back room (family room) that no one went into at my grandmas house, and we would color for hours. Except, Kristi would practice cursive, and I wanted to be just like her, so I made her teach me. It was a blue crayon (Cerulean Blue to be exact) that I first used to spell "cat" in cursive. WOW! I was chugging right along with individual letters, when she showed me that she had a diary. Whats this? Again, my interest was sparked, and I remember writing all the time on random paper, even on the bottom of my desk drawers when I climbed underneath it (it's still there to this day). Im sure that none of this has any relevance to my writing styles, but I do know, without my cousin Kristi, I would be nowhere when it comes to writing. I would have eventually learned, but it would not hold any significance to me, and this blog entry would cease to exist and I would resort to writing in a mundane manner on how my teachers influenced me. It does not get any more down to earth than this. I started writing because I was jealous of my older cousin and for that I am very grateful of the Green-Eyed Monster.

1 Comments:

Blogger Amber said...

What an interesting story. Jealousy inspires us to do the strangest things that at times can even have some positive outcomes, although we rarely think of jealousy in that way. My younger sister was the same way with me, although I like to think of it more as me being a role model than her being jealous. I wonder how she remembers it...
You have a nice attention to detail (cerulean blue is a great color). When it comes time to write your essay, don't forget to include specific details like that. It will make your writing vivid.

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