One Candle is Lit

My love for reading was ignited when I was in the second grade. Every day after lunch, my second grade teacher lit a candle and read to the entire class. I remember her reading The Ketchup Kid by Angelo Resciniti and falling madly in love with reading. There was something magical that engulfed my heart when the reading candle was lit. I wanted to consume every book ever written. 


Later that year, I wrote my first ever chapter story. The Tater Tot, was about a potato driving a convertible...that's all I remember to be honest. I was so proud of that piece! I stood in front of the whole class and read my story out loud. I lived in my head a lot as a child. I wanted to be a character from a story. I wanted to travel, have adventures, and to simply be anyone else besides myself. 


It wasn't until high school that I met LSU. LSU taught journalism and English. I fell in love all over again with writing. LSU didn't have a magic candle, but a magic blue pen instead. That blue pen edited the snot out of her students work. LSU expecting a lot from her students, that's why our high school paper won so many awards. 


That drive to be better, to write, to tell a story sometimes has to be reignited when an authors candle has lost its flame. Sometimes, the author is the one that sets the fire, but often...it is others that come along and set us ablaze.