Personal Narrative-A Career In My Writing

If writing was a meadow of delicate wild flowers on a shinnying spring day than spelling would be the prickly weed hiding low amongst the flora to sting the unwary. At age ten I was an enthusiastic reader. I’d read anything from science fiction and fantasy to nonfiction nature journals. Much of that enthusiasm came from my mother’s love of literature and her joy at having daughter who wanted to be as bookish as she was. Little did I know at the time that despite mom’s pride in my bookworm tendencies in her aspect as a home school mom she was very concerned with the problem of my bramble patch handwriting and untamed spelling. That is until she found a way to teach me to pull weeds. The first letter arrived on an afternoon of deep blue skies and a hot bright sun. As the mail truck pulled away my younger brothers and I bolted from the house bare feet smacking on stovetop concrete and …show more content…
She must have known I would care much more about the quality of my writing if it was to be on display for my grandmother. Their plan worked. As the summer progressed and letters were sent back and forth I look forward not only to getting a letter but to writing my own in reply. Writing had gone from an agonizing process of erasing and poring over the dictionary for the correct spelling to a fun way to share my thoughts. I’ve been grateful to mom for making writing could be enjoyable activity in my life but I now realize that while she might have been trying to mere improve my penmanship and curb my rampant spelling she was also teaching me two subtler lessons. The first was that even the annoying school chores should be treated with enough respect to accomplish them well. The other was that through her “You can figure it out” treatment when I went seeking help I learned how to do my own problem solving. These are two things I have found invaluable in