Reading was a way to get away from all the tragic events in my life; writing had helped me do the same. Though, I was not the best writer, it had taken me to a place that I could finally feel at peace. Usually, I am a closed off person but depending on the person reading the piece I can open up.
One of my earliest memories of writing had been when I made homemade cards for my mother and father. One Valentine’s Day, I made my mother a card and made numerous spelling errors such …show more content…
A few months after CFS (Child Family Services) had taken my siblings and I away from our birth mother and my unstable home life, I was then placed in a shelter. There, I could finally write at home. I remember this was the place that had taken my writing imagination to a whole new level. I would write short stories, and re-write out Taylor Swift song lyrics, this would help me escape the situation I was in for a little while.
My next greatest memory with writing was in ninth grade in Mrs. Reynold’s class. I had written a passage about “A Very Important Person in my Life.” I chose to write about my mom because she is such a strong, hardworking, loving individual. One part of this written assignment I had told the audience that my mom had told me “You don’t have to be perfect, because no one is we as human beings need to accept our flaws because they make us who we are today!”
When I was writing this piece of work, it had seemed my writing had been becoming simpler, with shorter sentences. When I was looking back on this passage I noticed that I did not break up my sentences into paragraphs. I also noticed that I repeated myself quite a bit, using the same words over and over. Now, when I write an essay, I try to use a variety of different words that have the same meaning. Whenever I write, I try to write to the best of my