I Remember...

"Unless you write yourself, you can't know how wonderful it is; I always used to
bemoan the fact that I couldn't draw, but now I'm overjoyed that at least I can write.
And if I don't have the talent to write books or newspaper articles, I can always write
for myself."-ANN FRANK, A Diary of a Young Girl.
And that was what I did, sitting at the kitchen table, pencil in hand, Oxford
Dictionary of Current English and a pencil sharpener beside me. It was daunting at
the beginning, putting pencil to paper, and I could not remember the number of times
I stared blankly at the refrigerator facing me in the kitchen, scouring my mind to
recollect memories of past events. Somehow, the encouraging words from the books
I had read to prepare me for this journey seemed to 'lubricate' the long stagnant
'gears' of my mind and I 'just do it'-the way I wanted it to be done.