I Remember...

Unless you write yourself, you cant know how wonderful it is; I always used tobemoan the fact that I couldnt draw, but now Im overjoyed that at least I can write. And if I dont have the talent to write books or newspaper articles, I can always writefor myself.ANN FRANK, A Diary of a Young Girl. And that was what I did, sitting at the kitchen table, pencil in hand, OxfordDictionary of Current English and a pencil sharpener beside me. It was daunting atthe beginning, putting pencil to paper, and I could not remember the number of timesI stared blankly at the refrigerator facing me in the kitchen, scouring my mind torecollect memories of past events. Somehow, the encouraging words from the booksI had read to prepare me for this journey seemed to lubricate the long stagnantgears of my mind and I just do itthe way I wanted it to be done.