I have always enjoyed writing and English was definitely my favorite class in school. Reading thrilled me, and the books I read inspired me. We always had books around the house because both my parents enjoyed reading.
I never imagined I would ever write a book because I always thought of authors as strange and magical people. This was after I had learned authors were actually real people. Before that, I never noticed the names and pictures on the covers, and hurried to the story inside.
As I got older and my English teachers started mentioning authors, and assigned particular books and authors for us to read, the whole concept that real people sat down one day and wrote the stories I was reading, finally sunk in. Even then it never occurred to me that one day I could be one of those authors.
It may seem strange to readers of this blog but I bet most of my classmates had similar ideas. We just weren't very sophisticated, especially about things that happened outside our small town or maybe even outside our state. We lived in a more innocent world than children do now, and we were lucky to be able to maintain that innocence for more years than children of today can.
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