Enter, if you dare…
I stood in the middle of the bookstore's children's section, running the pads of my thumbs along the raised, bumpy title of the book that would inevitably change my life. My brow furrowed as I studied the cover. A green creature with horns that resembled a ram's on either side of its head, gazed back at me glowing red eyes. It's gnarled and clawed hands held a sign that read, "Welcome to Horrorland where nightmares come to life!" In the distance, there was an amusement park.
My thumb grazed over the rugged lettering of the word "Goosebumps" once more before touching the smoother words that made up the author's name.
R.L. Stine.
I looked into the monster's scarlet eyes again, and smiled.
That was the first Goosebumps book I read, but it was not the last. I vividly recall sitting on the …show more content…
I wanted to be an author.
Creativity has been one of my passions since I was younger. Singing in the school choir and performing in the orchestra are some of my fondest memories. I liked performing, I liked people seeing my work. But the songs were always given to us to sing or to play. I wasn’t skilled enough to write music yet, but I certainly could create my own stories. The positive reactions I received from friends and family only spurred me on.
It has been about eight years, and hobbies have come and gone. Writing is one of the few that has stuck around for so long. I enjoy listening to the scrape of a pencil on paper, or the sound a keyboard makes when an idea comes to mind, the words rapidly appearing on the computer screen.
A horror series written for children that I stumbled across one day helped me decide what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. Writing has provided a way to express myself and a much needed escape, and I honestly do not know where I would be without
I stood in the middle of the bookstore's children's section, running the pads of my thumbs along the raised, bumpy title of the book that would inevitably change my life. My brow furrowed as I studied the cover. A green creature with horns that resembled a ram's on either side of its head, gazed back at me glowing red eyes. It's gnarled and clawed hands held a sign that read, "Welcome to Horrorland where nightmares come to life!" In the distance, there was an amusement park.
My thumb grazed over the rugged lettering of the word "Goosebumps" once more before touching the smoother words that made up the author's name.
R.L. Stine.
I looked into the monster's scarlet eyes again, and smiled.
That was the first Goosebumps book I read, but it was not the last. I vividly recall sitting on the …show more content…
I wanted to be an author.
Creativity has been one of my passions since I was younger. Singing in the school choir and performing in the orchestra are some of my fondest memories. I liked performing, I liked people seeing my work. But the songs were always given to us to sing or to play. I wasn’t skilled enough to write music yet, but I certainly could create my own stories. The positive reactions I received from friends and family only spurred me on.
It has been about eight years, and hobbies have come and gone. Writing is one of the few that has stuck around for so long. I enjoy listening to the scrape of a pencil on paper, or the sound a keyboard makes when an idea comes to mind, the words rapidly appearing on the computer screen.
A horror series written for children that I stumbled across one day helped me decide what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. Writing has provided a way to express myself and a much needed escape, and I honestly do not know where I would be without