Why I Write

A long time ago there was a special teacher that I knew, she waved me over to have a seat on the pew, she read to me from a book with a wonderful story, She had me so intrigued, I looked at her in all her glory. I was so fascinated that you can arrange words in such a way, the pleasure and joy I received were worth the price to pay. After that one special day that we read, I could not bare to put my book down without feeling dread, enjoying reading so much has inspired me to write, after all I have always been told I was bright, I love to put my feelings and emotions out on paper, it's like I am sharing myself with a dear friend.