I grew up with newspapers, comic books, magazines, the dictionary, and a complete set of the encyclopedia. When I wasn’t reading, I was writing about my thoughts, my impressions, and my version of ...ver maisI grew up with newspapers, comic books, magazines, the dictionary, and a complete set of the encyclopedia. When I wasn’t reading, I was writing about my thoughts, my impressions, and my version of what should be written.
I grew up listening and talking with older cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, and elderly neighbors. The things they would tell about events they had to live through long before I was born was better than any Saturday matinee I had seen.
I grew up writing in the margins of books I read and reread to expand the adventure of going places and doing things in my mind that I could imagine. I filled school composition books and diaries with stories of everything—many often go unnoticed. But for me, they made days less boring, nights more bearable, school interesting, work tolerable, and life wonderful.ver menos