I was taught that it is wrong to toot your own horn, but I’m going to against that teaching this one time. I AM SO VERY PROUD OF MYSELF FOR WRITING FIVE BOOKS. I’m actually living my dream. Long ago, way back in sixth grade, a little spark for my this dream was fanned by my teacher, Mrs. DeBusk. When she gave the assignment of writing a story about an inanimate object, I choose our small town’s doctor as my subject. Of course, he was not an inanimate object. I had to think of something he used or had that was inanimate, and I could bring to life. I decided I would make his false teeth the object of my story. To this day, I don’t know if he even had false teeth. Each time he opened his mouth, his false teeth would see a patient and have a conversation with that patient.
Since that story was written almost sixty years ago, I don’t remember many of the details. What I do remember is my teacher’s reaction to my story. She laughed. It wasn’t a scoff or a chuckle. It was a full on hearty laugh. She went on to tell me how much she liked my story. Then, to my amazement, she read the story to my class, and they laughed the laughter of enjoyment. From that moment on, I was hooked on writing. My dream began.
Now, years and years later, I’ve had many life experiences from which I can draw ideas. I’ve advanced from writing stories about the false teeth of our small town doctor. In my books, I’ve created people and given them lives with families and friends. I set them down in houses and towns I’ve dreamed up for them. They’re all my creations. No one else could have created them. They’re all mine. I decide and control what happens to them. I decide how their lives will turn out. It’s all up to me. That was my dream, and now it’s all come true.
I wonder what my sixth grade self would think of me now!