While going through my files the other day, I came across a little essay I wrote for a non-fiction creative writing class in grad school. I can't remember the exact assignment, but I believe we were supposed to describe an object we loved, or a place or something that we loved...or something like that :D Anyhow, I had forgotten how much I liked this piece. This is what I came up with:

I’ve been told I’m unusual. One professor once told me that most people, historians included, hate to do research. Well, I must admit that I’ve never been accused of being normal. I grew up watching my confused mother shake her head while I sat in a corner, encyclopedias spread all around me.
“What are you doing?” she’d ask.

“Reading,” I’d reply, without looking up. She’d shrug and leave me to my paradise.
I love to research. I love to open dozens of books and search out facts about long ago people and places. I love to take those facts and sit at my computer, combining them into a fascinating arrangement of dates and details. I love to hand the finished project to the nearest (probably unfortunate in their minds) person and watch them learn. Every now and then I’ll run into another “mysterious” creature such as myself. And then…oh what fun we have!
2 comments:
I love the pictures in this post? Are you the little girl in the picture? And I love the smell of books too, that is except for the occasional one from the library that reeks of cigarette smoke - those are yuck.
LOVE the smell of old books!
I also used to peruse the encylopedias and I remember reading all of the Reader's Digest Young Adult biographies before I was a teen.
Funny thing is, I hated history in school!
Go figure.
:) Terri
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