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When I was in 6th grade, I wrote my first real story. It was a horror story and I was so proud of it, though I can’t remember what it was about. But I was proud! I proud enough to walk over to my teacher and told her that I was going to be a writer, one day. She read it and raised one of her eyebrows. She told me that it was a good start and that I was very creative. This was the beginning of something special. She told me that it was full of run-ons, but that it could be turned into a master piece; and that no matter what I do, to chase my dreams. This is what started this crazy journey. I knew at that moment, that I wanted to be a writer, and I would do anything (in my power) to become one.

I never had anyone put me down for my writing. I remember when I was in 4th grade, we were supposed to write a story, but I couldn’t because my mother didn’t have a stable home for me to write in. I didn’t do the assignment, but the teacher wanted me to read it to the class. She wanted me to read it in front of a class, a story I never wrote! So what was I supposed to do, tell her I didn’t do the assignment? Heck no! I got up, walked to the front of the class and read my story about a vicious bear, tearing through a town of innocent families. I read for 10 minutes, flipping through the pages, until I finished. After the reading, she asked for the pages, I nervously handed them over and went back to my seat. She went on with the class, asking the next student to come forward and share. The bell rang 30 minutes later; I got up and walked to the door to go to lunch. But as I got to the front of the room, my teacher called my name. My chest was burning as I turned around. “Yes, mam?” She was holding my story up, revealing the empty pages. I began to shake, knowing that I failed the assignment. She told me that I should have been honest, but that I had a huge imagination, one that could make a good career one day. She gave me an A on the assignment for the creativity, since she couldn’t tell that I was reading an empty page.

Jump ahead to my senior year of high school. I have multiple WIPs; I have a solid blog and I’m getting more confident with my talents. A guy comments on my blog, telling me that I need to keep writing. I didn’t know that people could read my blog. I didn’t share it anywhere, so it through me off when I got such love. It felt great!  I also had a teacher behind me, pushing me to use my gifts, knowing I could be something.

Now I am a writer. I write daily. I have my days where I don’t want to write, or weeks where I feel I’m not a good enough writer, but I just remember the encouragement, from my past, and I get back to work, creating more content for you guys, knowing that the people in my past would be happy with where I am now! I never stopped following my dream to become a writer, so why would you give up on your dreams?

Stop telling yourself that you aren’t good enough. Stop grabbing your dream then letting it go because you think you don’t have enough grip on it. One day you will wake up and it will be too late to grab it, so grab it now! Don’t be worried about the outcome, but instead, make the outcome! Don’t stop chasing your dream because your legs are tired. Push through the hard times and grab that dang want. You want the dream to come true, don’t you? It’s all within your chest! You are the creator, so create the ending that you want. If you want to be a doctor, then become a doctor. You are the only one that is standing in your way. You can do this. I know you can.

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Let it feel like the very first time.
It doesn’t feel like Christmas time; well other than the horrid ice on the ground. For the last few years Christmas hasn’t felt like Christmas! I don’t know if its from being at work, a lot or if it is just not as magical as it use to be, but I don’t like it! I don’t like not feeling warm and cozy with family. I go back to being a kid and I started to thing; what does Christmas really feel like? Well, what did it feel like that is!

I go back to my childhood and all I remember was I didn’t buy gifts. Well, I bought my parents gifts if they gave me the money, but I never had to stress about what the perfect gift was. They were my parents, they were forced to love anything I got them; it was in the handbook!!!!!! The main thing was that they didn’t care what they got. But I never had to worry about the perfect gift, so I guess that is what put me in a magical mood for Christmas. Stress does amazing things to the body, especially make you hate the things you use to love.

We get so worked up over the perfect gift, that we forget to look at the things that we love. For me, it is the magical feeling of Christmas. For others, it could be the joy of making sugar cookies. Either way, we will want to buy the best present ever so we stress over what people think of a certain gift, causing a big stress bubble, also taking you away from doing the things that makes Christmas, Christmas.

To make a change we will need to do one thing; forget about presents. Who cares about presents, anyway? What you get someone will only last for two years, then those items will be replaced with new items; so why care about what present you get? Instead, why not make memories that will last a lifetime? As a child, I wanted to make non-bake cookies with mommy and then go to bed early. Then I would wake up early and sit on her lap and open presents, but that wasn’t what was important. I loved the time that we got the night before while watching movies and making snacks. If I didn’t get a present; who cares? Christmas is about joy. Don’t allow buying presents take that joy away from you!!!! That isnt the point of Christmas! 

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Well what can I say? My father helped me do something that I never wanted to do. I am glad that he did because it came out perfect! My father and I like to get in petty fights, but it usually ends with a good life lesson. This being said, my father taught me something that ended up teaching me one of the best lessons ever; how to wrap presents!!!

Tis was but last Christmas that my father taught me something new. We sat around the living room with gifts to wrap, but I wasn’t going to attempt to wrap, because my hands have no rhythm. The presents sat naked and cold on the floor. They yelled for us to dress them, but we were failing them. This is when my father told me to do something, but I told him to do it, instead. He got up off the couch and began to wrap the presents, then he turned to me and told me that they were my presents, so I was to get up and help him. I got up after groaning and started to help him. Half a second later he got onto me about how I wrapped a present.

In his defense the present looked horrible, but I didn’t know how. What was I suppose to do? I didn’t how to wrap. That is when my father took me by his wing and showed me how my grandma wraps her gifts. At first, I wasn’t wanting to listen. He was a know-it-all. But I knew that I couldn’t get out of this without learning. I couldn’t get the wrapping down so I quit! My father got petty about it, but he finished the wrapping!!!

That was the end of that experience. I never thought I was going to use that knowledge, but this year it came into good use. For the first time, I actually shopped for my wife alone, but that also meant that I had to wrap them alone. I had no idea what I was doing, but then I stopped and thought. I went back to that day and thought about how my dad folded the edges and brought them up together. As I thought about that day, I looked down and I  was done with one present. The rest of the presents came with ease. I was done within a hour!!

I don’t know what this was written to say, but I think I want to tell you guys to cherish the little moments. Don’t waste small moments being mad, you never know when those moments will come back and help you out. Wrapping a present isn’t a huge moment, but it opened my eyes to see that I can learn so much from my father. Christmas is about spending time with those you love, which I can guarantee you will have a small moment that can change your life; don’t waste it!

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