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What Writing Means to Me

    The 📘first book I ever wrote was a terrible story called Pinki girl Versus the Revenge of the Glue Takers. I was young enough to write simple words and figure out clip art but not old enough to know that takers isn't a word and revenge stories are rarely the first book. In my story,🕮 I was a brave hero (Pinki Girl) saving my little sister from this bad guy who decided to kidnap her after he stole her favorite unicorn🦄 glue. It was terrible and had a horrible plot but once I learned the magic of Word documents I realized I would never stop loving to write.🖋 While my two siblings woke up early to play video games or watch Pink Panther or Garfield🐈 I would sit at my dad's computer 🖳and type out a story. I wrote one about me saving my family from giant bugs,🐛 a story about a dog detective,🔍 and an alien story about an alien crash landing onto the earth. 👽
    It was an exciting adventure suddenly I could be the person, I always wanted to be, I could see a perspective I have never seen before, and I could finally be brave enough and strong enough to be a hero.🦸 
    Is it weird that one of my greatest desires is to be a hero? To turn the tide and do something radical. To be the kind of person people read about and wish they could have met? When I write, my wildest dreams come true, I get to shape and mold a creation soaked with symbolism, adventure, and creativity🖌 I get to fall in love with characters and dream about plots. When I write, nothing else in my life matters. No politics, no fear, no anger. It is an escape. 
    When I write I stop being some complicated and greasy-haired girl. The kind of girl who is never taken seriously and who is labeled a naive fool. I get to stop being her and become a knight with strength and bravery who can save a broken kingdom, who can right every wrong in the world. But then reality seeps in and I remember who I am. I'm not a general, or an alien, or a fairy,🧚 or a knight, I'm just me.
     But then I remember all the people who have been used for a greater purpose in life and who are heroes, King Henry V, Socrates, Benjamin Franklin,🪁 Martin Luther King Jr., Mother Teresa, the Wright brothers, Marrie Currie, 🧪and so many others. They were all once normal people like me. People who didn't see their life as a  significant role to play (or at least I assume so). People who only saw their flaws and never felt good enough. 
    That being said I have decided to play the part I have always wanted to play and to be a knight in ways only a knight can. By fighting for what I believe is right, by defending the truth, by being willing to die for my cause. I like to believe that I have been called to be a hero and this time I won't fictionally be making a difference. I'll actually make one!

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