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Born to Read, Born to Write
I wasn’t born into a wealthy family, far from it infact, though I am sure I’ve had it better than many, there were times in my childhood we struggled and times I struggled to be heard, I would have probably been classified as shy, but from a very young age, I let my imagination run away with me, and was blessed to have the support of people who actually encouraged that, including teachers, thankfully my worst experience with a teacher happened my sophomore year, with an English teacher who made it her mission to make everyone feel inferior to her, maybe years of teaching had caused her cynicism towards us, but honestly I feel that was just her personality. A superiority complex would be putting it mildly. But you can read more about my experience with this particular teacher, at the link below.⬇️
Money may have been an issue, most of my childhood, but there was always imagination, and books, books that I devoured throughout childhood, I got lost in Helen Keller’s world, grieved over the loss of Robyn, in Robyn’s book, the true story of a girl who lost her battle with Cystic Fibrosis, I let myself escape into Madeline L Engles fantasy…