When did I begin to write?
Why do I write?
Trying to remember when I actually started to really write, I can't really come up with anything at an early age. I do remember playing "newspaper" on the enclosed side porch of the apartment building when about 7 or 8. I had a set of plastic, alphabet stamps and printed a newspaper with information about what, I don't remember. But I do remember the newspaper.
I don't remember writing really being done/encouraged in my early years or even in middle school. I did love the ink wells and fountain pens one year. It might have been 4th grade--the old wooden desk with wrought iron legs that connected table with bench. I only remember using that pen and ink one year.
Side note: I think I shared this little story about my husband last year in a post. Steve use to dip his pen in the ink well and put it under a strand of hair of the girl sitting in front of him. "It really soaked up a lot of the ink!" was his comment. Boys!
Not until I was a sophomore in high school (1962-'63) when my English teacher, Mr. John Hancock (Yes, that is his real name!), tricked me into being on the newspaper staff. That's another story. We also had a lot of writing assignments in his class. Basically, he brought me out of my shell of shyness. I had to interview people and write a story about what I learned. I experienced, for the first time, being in a community of writers. Loved, loved, loved the company!
Next I joined the yearbook staff. Then I became co-editor (along with Alice Dear) of the school yearbook my senior year. I was hooked! Never did I have so much fun and become truly creative in my writing.
I went on to become an English teacher in 1969--Franklin Junior High, Ft. Wayne, IN, 7th grade.
Writing took a long hiatus from that time in high school until much later.
These were the early years.