Recently, on Jodie Llewellyn’s blog – http://jodiellewellyn.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/what-is-your-first-memory-of-writing/ she asked a question about first writing memories/experiences.
Here is what I remembered:
In a high school English class, our teacher assigned us writing assignments. How I got ‘aspirin’ for a topic I’ll never know, but there it was. Understand I wasn’t going to argue as she was beautiful and I had a very definite crush on her, as did other guys in her classes – sigh.
Come on, surely you had a more than favorite teacher in your grade or high
Well, I’m certainly glad there was one in my life. Face it, each experience in your your life brings you exactly to where you are now.
Anyway I did the assignment and came up with 3/4 – don’t remember exactly – page paper, double spaced and typed on a little, portable typewriter. Dating myself here but we didn’t have personal computers in the early sixties.
As I recall my grade was pretty decent, B+ or A-, and I kept that paper for years as I was so proud of it. I’m guessing it may still be around in some dust covered hole with other of my life’s collectibles – need to empty those boxes one day.
Unfortunately that was the extent of any real writing for me. I enjoyed seeing what I had accomplished but never took writing any further.
No I don’t think the talent was there to pen ‘The Great American Novel’ – whatever that often heard statement means, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_American_Novel. But certainly I should have done more and continued on that path.
I guess ‘Teenage Love’ doesn’t conquer after all.