Question of the Day!

I remember my first grade teacher pointing to letters on the blackboard and sounding them out thus teaching us how to use phonetics. And so I learned to read and write. Once I knew how to read, I discovered my house was full of books. Yay! I never needed to leave again. Soon my head was full of my own stories which played in my imagination day and night. Eventually, I learned that writing down these stories got them out of my head, which made room for more. Writing creates places for these things in my head to live.