I’ve always been an avid reader and I used to love to write from when I was very young. I actually wrote way more than how I do now , but of course I had lots more free time then! 😁😁😁
He called me and told me he found a poem I wrote, when I was in the third grade (roughly 8-9 years old) on love and friendship.
What excites me is not the fact that I wrote poems or stories, but the fact that one my dad still has this, and two it just brings back memories of all the efforts I used to put in it long back. My blog is something I love. And if there’s any reason I get support from others for my blog , it is because of these small seeds of effort that I put in when I was a kid .
I’m not boasting or anything. But it just feels nice. I mean yeah there are a lot of spelling mistakes and stuff but when I read it, somewhere inside me I can remember the thought process I had then. Life was so simple too those days!
**Those stars and hearts from the bottom are probably me grading myself. An interesting fact- I still can’t draw a star. Also, my handwriting sucks compared to how I wrote in the third grade!