A Writer Was Born

Ever since I could retain conscious thoughts, I knew that I was creative. However, I did not realize I was in love with writing till much much later in my life.

When I was in fifth grade, our class was required to read Hatchet by Gary Paulsen. When I read the book, I found an odd feeling bubbling up inside me. Every little description Paulsen wrote pricked me as well like a voodoo doll. When Brain, the main character's, ribs cracked, I felt mine crack. Something about the descriptions clicked in a part of my brain I had not met before.

 After I savorily read the last page of Hatchet, I sat down to write a book review on it. I found emotions, flowing paragraphs, and beautiful descriptions pouring out of my pain and splashing on my paper. When my teacher handed back my paper, she asked if she could speak with me for a moment. I was so afraid that I did something inappropriate in my book review. Much to my surprise, my fifth grade teacher bursted into praise about how impressed she was with my book review. She told me I had a real gift and that I could never let it go. 

I was inspired and encouraged to keep up with my writing talent thanks to my fifth grade teacher. I matured in my skill and realized I went into a zone like none else when I was writing. To this day, I have never given up on my dream to write for the rest of my life. I know that is what I am meant to do.