Since I cannot think of a really spectacular, awe-inspiring post today, I’m going to re-post something from way back when I first started this blog. It’s about my love of storytelling and writing in general. Enjoy!
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I believe one of the reasons Iām so fond of writing is because I was captured by the written word at an early age. I simply cannot remember a time when I didnāt have a book in front of me.
It started very early:

And of course, it was my duty as a big sister to teach my little sister how to read:

My earliest memories go back to around 3 or so, and I can remember sitting on the living room floor, reading one of those big Disney books based off the movies (Sleeping Beauty was my favorite) and having my parents point the words out to me as they read the story out loud.
One of my dadās favorite stories to tell (though Iām not sure how much truth there is to it, haha) is that at age four or five, Iām studying a cereal box and then ask what the word ācarbohydrateā means. Of course I donāt really remember this particular story, but I did read the sides of cereal boxes all the time when I was little, so I suppose itās not out of the question.
Anyway, I remember I started telling stories before I could write; Iād have my mom transcribe them for me. I have a whole huge folder of these stories, now faded by the years. Still itās interesting to see what kind of story my four-year-old self came up with.
I used to love to watch Reading Rainbow too (proven by my post dedicated to the show here) Iād always try to rush to the library shortly after to get the books they recommended.
I had a lot of favorite childhood books, I was especially fond of The Giving Tree and Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein; Love You Forever by Robert Munsch and Sheila McGraw; and of course the funny Wayside School Stories (Sideways Stories from Wayside School; Wayside School is Falling Down; Wayside School Gets A Little Stranger). And then as I got older I loved the American Girl books; those books were, in fact, what got me started in writing historical fiction (as my first ānovelā was written at age 11, all handwritten ) All of these books (and MANY more) helped shaped me into the writer I am now.
And of course I canāt forget the influence of family. My dad has always been one to weave stories around seemingly insignificant events, but somehow captures everyoneās attention. He doesnāt write any of them down (as theyāre all based off his life) but heās got a way of talking and grabbing your attention. His life has really been one amazing story and perhaps one day Iāll collaborate with my sister and weāll write it all out.
Then of course my mom was the one who spent most of the time reading to me and helping me along too. I suppose I get the artistic gene from her since she was always good at drawing and art.
And my little sister (no longer ālittleā anymore). She and I would always come up with stories revolving around our dollhouse people, complete with names and character quirks. We did the same with our stuffed animals; we had complete histories for their little world and everything. And now, Iām happy to say, sheās becoming a writer too. Sheās writes more along the lines of fantasy and sci-fi but that trait has worn off on her (maybe with some of my good sisterly influence :)).
So Iām posing the question to those who read my blog: do you remember what age you started to read? What were some of your favorite books as a child? Were there any childrenās books that inspired you?
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