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For as far back as I can remember, writing has been something that I loved to do.  Even as a child, as long as I had a pencil and some paper, I was good.  I would make up stuff to write, from fake math equations, to words that didn’t even exist.  I just needed to write.  Unfortunately, during my elementary school years, I switched states and schools; and while I was thriving in my departing school, in my new school I struggled heavily.  I think the biggest setback for me was being put in remedial math and reading.  It messed with my confidence a lot.  I have to admit though, it was my own doing that got me put there.  How so?  Well my mom had moved to a different state, and I remained behind with my grandparents until she got on her feet.  A year or more had passed, and I was still living between my grandparents and my dad, and to my surprise a holiday visit with my mom turned out to be a permanent stay.  Naturally, I loved my mom and missed her very much, but I wasn’t ready for that type of move.  So when it became clear that I was going to be staying with her for good, she went to enroll me in school.  I was required to take a placement test since I was coming from a different state.  My creative mind decided if I purposely failed this test, then they will have no choice but to return me to my grandparents.  Not so.  I failed the test, and it landed my smart behind in remedial classes.  I didn’t recover from this dreaded mistake until middle school.

When I got to middle school, a whole new world opened up to me.  Whatever I put my hands to excelled.  I joined the news team as a camera girl, and then moved my way up to anchor.  Yes, my school had a live broadcasted news show that was shown in every classroom every morning.  I got to write my own news stories and deliver them on air.  I think it was called the “A.M. Eagles”.  From there I joined the drama club, and I got to write and act in skits that I and my teammates wrote.  The biggest moment for me though, was when I wrote an essay about a tragic killing that happened in our area.  It wasn’t an assignment for class or anything.  I was just angry about the way things were going in our neighborhoods at the time.  So, I took to writing to get my anger out.  Somehow one of my teachers got their hands on what I had written, and the next thing I know I was standing before an auditorium of my peers and teachers reading what I had written.  Wow! 

Of course there is much more that I can share, but the point that I’m chasing right now is that since my early years, I have had a love for writing.  Without understanding the drawing that I had to it, I continuously worked at, and it has taken me to some amazing places.  For me writing is home, and now that I know this, it’s a matter of finding my way back.  The void that I have without it gives me an insatiable thirst that nothing else can quench.  I can’t just visit from time to time anymore.  I have to find a way to consistently “be” at home.

As always, I thank you for stopping by.  I hope this tid bit will help you remember what home is for you.  Remember, today is a great day to Be Friendly, Show Favor, and Give Love!