When I was younger I had a rather high pitched voice, which isn’t unusual for a girl, and my Grandpa said I had the voice of “Donald Duck”. Today, you can still hear it if I get excited, my voice cracks and goes back to the girl with a spirit I wish I still had.

I can remember the first time I walked into my third grade class, at a new school, and completely over joyed to be there. I did not want to leave my old school, but I was ready for a new challenge. I looked at the sixth graders and couldn’t wait to be them, but, God, I wish 6th grade never happened. I made a mistake, that basically, ruined me not only academically, but emotionally. I’ve regretted it ever since. When I graduated, I felt liberated, free.

Out of everything I ever got from that awful place, I got an English teacher, who believed in my writing. She’s the reason I love to do this. See, that mistake, I’m glad it happened, but that doesn’t mean I wish it hadn’t. But if it hadn’t happened, I don’t know where my inspiration would come from.