The Start

Wow. That sounds really dramatic for a title, but thats okay I guess though because I don’t have a site to meet people or get followers or keep people posted on my life so to speak because I’m 13 and if I needed that I wouldn’t have gone through with making a website. I made this to get better at writing, stop playing so many video games, and just kind of unload occasionally.

If you ask my parents, my teachers, or anyone who really knows me, they will tell you I am a writer. I want to be a writer. I like being a writer. I am not a writer. I want to be a writer. My writing coach, also known as my mother, has a newly found love for writing. I guess we all do though as we get older. Everything that happens to you and to me and to everyone is a lifetime of experiences. We have good experiences that make you smile when you turn back to them. The ones that you remember with passion and long for a repeat of. The winter snow forts and the winning pop fly thudding into your glove. We also have the bad experiences that make you cringe and squirm. The ones that you always try not to focus on and, ironically the ones you know are important in your life. The memories that you learn from, or don’t learn from, are usually the ones we remember the most, try to forget the most, and define us. Through a lifetime of enduring these experiences, wether you took them well or fell apart at one point, we want them to be remembered, heard, understood. We want our lives to be noticed in the billions of unnoticed ones. That is one reason why we write. That is why the truly emotional, proud, and passionate people will always write. That is why my mother writes, that is why I write, that is why we all write.

Nothing can make me more respectful to a person than if they are a writer.

Author: feeltheberg

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