I can remember the exact moment writing switched from something I enjoyed to something I considered a chore. It wasn’t a traumatic experience by any means, but it opened my eyes and showed me what kind of author I actually was.
Around the age of nine and ten, I was intrigued by the idea of diaries and journals. I found that writing during these years came to me very easy. I can remember after my parents would say goodnight, I would lay awake in bed waiting to make sure they were settled back downstairs. After I convinced myself they were settled, I would turn on my bedside lamp and pullout my giant sketch book I used a diary. (I kept it ‘hidden’ under my mattress because I saw it in a movie and thought it would make me cool. I use …show more content…
The objective was to come up with a character, describe their physical attributes, and give details of what they do in a day. Twelve year old me had so many ideas running through my head, I remember finding it hard to pick only one. I remember telling my dad my ideas and he helped me develop and grow the one he laughed at the most. That’s when the infamous Mysterious Mr. Fun Buns was born. I described him as a tall and lanky man who was stuck in the 70s. He had a brown afro. wore eccentric clothing, and carried around a brown paper shopping bag full of never ending items. I modeled the brown paper shopping bag after Mary Poppins magic satchel. I made the story so elaborate and bizarre, that my teacher shared it with my class… and then with the rest of her classes as well. I’m not sure why, but something switched inside me that day. After hearing my teacher present my creative piece in front of the class, I became suddenly self conscious of my imagination. I remember when writing the short story, I wrote whatever came to mind and I didn’t overthink the process. If I thought it, it was in the story and now a part of the character. But after hearing the story out loud and knowing all my classmates had heard it, I was then embarrassed of my
Around the age of nine and ten, I was intrigued by the idea of diaries and journals. I found that writing during these years came to me very easy. I can remember after my parents would say goodnight, I would lay awake in bed waiting to make sure they were settled back downstairs. After I convinced myself they were settled, I would turn on my bedside lamp and pullout my giant sketch book I used a diary. (I kept it ‘hidden’ under my mattress because I saw it in a movie and thought it would make me cool. I use …show more content…
The objective was to come up with a character, describe their physical attributes, and give details of what they do in a day. Twelve year old me had so many ideas running through my head, I remember finding it hard to pick only one. I remember telling my dad my ideas and he helped me develop and grow the one he laughed at the most. That’s when the infamous Mysterious Mr. Fun Buns was born. I described him as a tall and lanky man who was stuck in the 70s. He had a brown afro. wore eccentric clothing, and carried around a brown paper shopping bag full of never ending items. I modeled the brown paper shopping bag after Mary Poppins magic satchel. I made the story so elaborate and bizarre, that my teacher shared it with my class… and then with the rest of her classes as well. I’m not sure why, but something switched inside me that day. After hearing my teacher present my creative piece in front of the class, I became suddenly self conscious of my imagination. I remember when writing the short story, I wrote whatever came to mind and I didn’t overthink the process. If I thought it, it was in the story and now a part of the character. But after hearing the story out loud and knowing all my classmates had heard it, I was then embarrassed of my