![]() ![]() My first memory of writing is as a 2nd grader. One of my first memories is of looking out the window of the black Cadillac that my family drove across the wide-open desert when we moved to Albuquerque, New Mexico, which is where I grew up, and where my sister and I spent countless summer afternoons making fairy potions, battling evil witches, and playing other imaginary games that probably contributed to my proclivity to make up stories. I like kittens because they are soft.” And then I wrote, “I like my Mom-” but I couldn’t come up with an end to the sentence. I started out pretty unassumingly: “I like rainbows because they are pretty. ![]() I had been assigned to write a poem about the things I liked and why. ![]()
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