No.1 I Wish I was better at...

[sleeplesssoul]

1.

You read it from me before...

Writing.

But its deeper than just wanting to get better at it.

It goes back to when I was 3 years old. Or maybe even before I was born.
Mom and Dad love to read. Specially Dad. Mom tells me, on every date they went out, he used to show up holding a book. Every single time.
Then, when Mom got pregnant with me, we didnt have a television. All the entertainment we had at the time was a radio, books and art. So my mom read to me a lot, all the time. So basically, all I did during the 9 months I was inside my mom was listen to books and music.
Well, not just those 9 months, but all the time while I was growing up.

Mom and Dad didnt have much time to read to me all the time, but they did their best. At night, they used to read in a normal speed, but during the day between job, chores and taking care of their hyperactive kid, they read very, very fast!

I was amazed! And couldn't wait more to start reading. I wanted to read that fast!

So... short story long, at 3 years old they started teaching me how to read and by 4 years old I slowly read every word that was put in front of me—street signs, the market, the instructions on pantry products, everything. Truly everything.
And with my reading came questions. Lots of questions. "What does this mean?",  "What does that mean?", "What is the meaning of 'What is the meaning'? 

Dad got tired of my questions, so one memorable day, he got back from work with a huge box. It was for me. 
It was an encyclopedia. And that’s when the best part began. I pushed that box with all my strength everywhere I went, reading new things, discovering new meanings, and admiring the illustrations.
My favorite pages were the ones that showed all the world’s flags in color, because when I was just learning to talk, my aunts taught me the capitals of every country. So those pages gave color to the things I had been repeating like a parrot since I was a baby.



I Still have it <3


Many more encyclopedias and books came with the years and a second love too. At the same time I started reading, I also began drawing. But that’s a story for another post.

I always knew what I liked, so when the time came to choose a career, I had 2 loves: Words and images.
I had been reading, writing, and drawing almost all my life by then, so it was the time to be honest.

I was better at drawing and painting. 

My writings were not bad, but they were nothing special either.

(Short story inside this story: In high school, i fall in love with the intellectual guy of my class. He read a lot and wrote quite well. So it was my obvious choice. But he didnt like me in return. We were good friends and one day we gave an exhibition together at the school corridors, my paintings and his poems. We went to university, he went for literature, I went for design and visual arts. Never saw him again.)

During High School (Im in the middle)




During university and art college, I continued writing my normal nothing special poems and tales.


Second year in College
 

I stopped writing for 2 decades when my grandmother died. I started again at some point, and here I am now. Writing on this blog, whishing to be better at it. Although I'm better at writing in my native language.  


Graduating from Design college, about to start Art college, didn't know then that I would stop writing 2 years after that. But I continued painting and reading compulsively.



And this is me know... more than 20 years later, hoping to be able to write and paint again soon.




P.S. 
Remember I said we grew up surrounded by books, art, and music?
My brother is a musician. He always has been.


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Comments

[shadowbliss]

I'm rooting for your writing career to work out.

[sleeplesssoul]

Thank you so much! <3