...that would be me, right?
Growing up I had big plans. Big, big, big plans. I was going to conquer the world, you know, and I knew just how I would do it.
Like many young girls though, I went through a phase where I really wasn't sure what I'd turn out to be... but I knew I would be something.
I was an avid reader back then too. I wasn't big on school books but given a Judy Blume or Beverly Cleary book, and I immediately got lost.
Ramona The Pest was my all-time favorite book. Ramona and I clicked. I'm not sure why I felt a close connection to her or any of the other characters I read about in books but I did; it was like we were all real life buddies and I cherished every minute of those friendships.
My favorite school days were library days.
I must have been 4th, maybe 5th grade, when I became attached to books; a bookworm, if you will. Life for me was all about Ramona and Beezus, Henry and Ribsy, The Boxcar Children—also known as Henry, Jessie, Violet, and Benny—and of course I can't leave out Margaret from Are You There God, It's Me Margaret.
I didn't know it then but through the love of books, I became the woman I am today—the girl least likely—to become a writer.
In school, I hated English class. Literature, Reading, Writing all bore me and truth be told, I barely made it out Mrs. McNutt's English class the year I graduated high school.
How was it that a young girl who loved to read and write, could hate reading and writing class with a passion?
I'll tell you how...