I try not to live a boring basic life but I didn’t really have anything or anyone to introduce me to new ways of writing or creative literature. Then, I met this crazy lady who is one of my moms closest friends. Sara was very creative and kept hundreds of crazy novels from amazing poetry, biography’s, fiction, everything you could possibly imagine. When I was in Elementary school, I wrote a poem for my class. I believe it was about a certain season with some repetition in there. When I gave it to my teacher I thought nothing of it being any type of special. As I watched my teacher read it, his pupils expanded and thought it was fantastic. He then shared it with my principal. She also grew excited and asked me if I would like my poem to be in the school paper, I didn’t mind one bit. Then fast forward, in 7th grade we had a poetry unit. No one else in the class was as excited as me. I already had so many ideas rushing through my slightly creative brain. At that same time, Sara was going through her things wondering what to do with some of her books. As I was cleaning up some things I noticed a slightly larger maroon case and as I opened it I saw a pack of small books together. They weren’t like any regular books, it was a Shakespeare collection!
I was so intrigued that IÂ squealed in excitement! Sara came over and saw what I was holding and told me its incredible value. She saw how excited I was so she told me I could keep it. Funny thing is though, I never read them I just looked at them in creative thought. The way I wright now isn’t as creative, I wright with a more straight forward modern style, but the creative from that memory still shows up in my writing from time to time.