I have struggled for years with my writing to start with I just couldn’t write neatly and I had to practice hard but even harder for me is putting down what’s in my head on to paper.
It was in later life that i realized i was dyslexic.
When I write my brain thinks quicker than my hand will move I often miss out word and sometimes whole sentences.
While growing up I thought of writing as a chore it was frustrating and complicated and I was aways being told I was wrong.
But now I look back and I realize I didn’t hate it all.
I used to love stories and how the words helped shape your imagination.
In primary school everybody was given a tin with individual words in and I love spending time making stories with them.
I took the tin everywhere with me.
I suppose that I valued it so much, because it held so many possibilities.
I loved getting new words for the tin to expand the possibilities of stories that I could create and although I was struggling with punctuation and handwriting, I looked at the words like they where another artistic tool as notes are for the musician and paint is for the painter words are a tool for the writer to create although it wasn’t until my adult life that I began to understand this and started to appreciate them more and realize how useful and important reading and writing was. I still struggle with literacy but now I don’t mind the challenge.