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.⬇️
She Showed Me Who I Didnt Want to Be
The first book I remember hating was The Illiad, and it had nothing to do with the fact that it seemed old or outdated…
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 world, in A Wrinkle in Time.
Books were an escape, for some of the harder realities of life. Like everyone elses my childhood was marked in losses and gains, in tragedies and triumphs, I dealt with both the good aspects and the negative aspects of childhood. I faced losses of loved ones, and classmates and frankly dealt with things no child should, but through it all, there was family, and books. My Mom often worked two jobs to keep food on the table and a roof over our heads, so we learned to entertain ourselves, honestly I believed that in large part fueled my imagination and my storytelling.