There are people who are born to be naturally good at writing. They write and the chain of their thought is unbreakable even if you sit next to them and tell them how was your day went. They create very wonderful work in which you'd like to question your ability specially when you read the final product of what they've written. When I was ask to write about the history of my small town, I doubted my ability and capacity to finish the featured project. I hesitated it many times but because I was entrusted to do the job, I have to encourage myself that I can do it.
I was then in my senior years in high school when my adviser asked me to write an article about my small. How did it get its name. Who were the first inhabitants and so on. My first cue was to do the research or conduct an interview to old people who can provide me such information. I have no idea how to start it really and that I started cramming because I was only given a week to write that article I whined a lot specially that I never did write an article which is going to be publish in our school paper. I am a graduating student and one of the top notchers but I was never proud of my writing skills. I do write but that's only for my diary entry. It wasn't serious subject and it won't get publish.
Back to my school homework, I was able to make it before the deadline. It happens that my faternal grandfather's sister-in-law was born before World War 2 that she gave me all the information I needed to complete that project. I was amazed by how she described things and how this small town of ours develop and built. She was really a smart old lady. She was one of the smartest people I've ever met. When I finally submitted my last piece, I was curios if it will be publish or not. I never thought from that day on that I will develop the passion to becoming a better writer. I am still an apprentice that what I need is a really writer.
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