Sunday, January 29, 2012

Autobiography

       My first writing experience I had was in second grade. My teacher instructed us to write a short fictional story, her only rule was to use our imaginations. Whoever had the most creative story got to publish it in our school library. I was determined to win. My imagination took over; two brothers where roaming through the forest, on their travels they ran into a dinosaur. It became their good friend. I went into detail about their discoveries and fun times. The next day it was announced that I was chosen out of my class, I had won.  I went and designed the cover and the pictures for my story. I was so proud of myself.

As I got older I enjoyed writing.  That experience gave me confidence in myself as a writer. For awhile, when I was about fifteen years old, I would write about things in my life and turn it into fictional stories.  Since then, I haven’t been writing like I used to.  I like it, but it’s no longer a hobby of mine.  When I do assignments for classes I’d rather write my thoughts on paper first and then type it out. Usually, when I’m on the computer I can’t stay focused on my work. I plan to overcome this and become more fluent in my typing skills.