When I was born, my siblings were at an age where they were too old to play with me. I was left to myself most of the time and as a result, never really knew how to make friends. So I found ways to entertain myself - I discovered books.
We had plenty at home - my parents' effort in encouraging us to read. From a young age, Enid Blyton fascinated me with faeries and gnomes and stories of adventure and magic. Then when I was around five or so, my mum gave me a little notebook where I could write whatever I want. So I did. Drawings and doodles and short sentences describing them. An essay on me and my family. My first short story. She always encouraged me to express myself in that notebook. And my love for books and reading and writing continued to blossom.
Until today, I keep all my notebooks. Each one, carrying traces of me, in different stages of my life. Each one, carrying memories of dreams and thoughts, homework and clubs, friends and family, tears and heartbreak.
Writing became a passion, an outlet to express feelings and opinion and thoughts. These of which can be so muddled up if I were to talk about it, I would not know where to start. These of which somehow begin to make sense once I try to put it in words.
So here goes.
We had plenty at home - my parents' effort in encouraging us to read. From a young age, Enid Blyton fascinated me with faeries and gnomes and stories of adventure and magic. Then when I was around five or so, my mum gave me a little notebook where I could write whatever I want. So I did. Drawings and doodles and short sentences describing them. An essay on me and my family. My first short story. She always encouraged me to express myself in that notebook. And my love for books and reading and writing continued to blossom.
Until today, I keep all my notebooks. Each one, carrying traces of me, in different stages of my life. Each one, carrying memories of dreams and thoughts, homework and clubs, friends and family, tears and heartbreak.
Writing became a passion, an outlet to express feelings and opinion and thoughts. These of which can be so muddled up if I were to talk about it, I would not know where to start. These of which somehow begin to make sense once I try to put it in words.
So here goes.
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