Tolovemoon's Photo A Day and maybe a little more :)

As I mentioned in a description along with a photo, titled "A tree tied off by yellow string and some grass"   
I  will share some more of my roots with you.
Well this could become long..
I will start out with one or two..
I was writing letters of the alphabet before I started kindergarten..
I remember having good penmanship and receiving compliments for my handwriting.
I carried a journal, a spiral notebook, plain white paper, coloring books,  pens, pencils,markers, crayons, chalk,  and anything else with me that I liked to use for media  every where I went..
I was an only child.
I doodled.
I colored.
Paint, sketch, scribble, blob, dab, or  poke just about anything on paper.
My grandma helped me make my first memory scrap book at the age of five right after a tonsil surgery.
I remember it very well, not sure what happened to it.
It had a red solid background with white speckled  squares  in the pattern for the cover of the book. My Grandma helped me with a design that was jig-jaggy on all the paper inside my book using a pair of jagged edged scissors...
I used greeting cards that I received from holidays, birthdays, and get well cards too for  my pages.
I remember a time around the age of  seven, I was sitting outside in the yard with a notebook and pen. My cousins where playing around me. One of them asked me " What do you want to be when you grow up?" My reply was " I want to write books.."

Then you see, I think I may have looked at to many sunrises and sunsets before I was ten. You know half of  the reasons most photographers have for wanting to take pictures include the sun as a subject...
I started failing subjects in school. Math and English was always my best subjects up intil then. I had no idea my squinting habit was part of my problem. I gave up because I couldn't see the chalkboard. One teacher made a rude remark to me she said, " Young lady, I suggest you open your eyes, everyone in the class can see with no problem." My mother even called me a liar before taking me to a doctor. I felt ashamed already. I was scared of what others would think when I returned to class. Of course I got picked on.. I sord of laughed it up with them and eventually  I  didnt wear my glasses as much in public.
The doctor told me that if I didnt wear my glasses at all times, while reading, watching tv, or any activity  using my sight for details, that my vision would only decrease in the strength that was in the prescription..
I hated the glasses.. Though they did help me bring my grades back up just not as good as when I started out making straight A's. I even could see the ball to hit with my bat or catch with my glove when playing softball...
The glasses hurt my head all over. My mom wouldnt buy more. Years later in my teenage years, I saved my own money to purchase my first pair of contacts. Wild that my eyes defanetly did what the docter said.... Bad!  Like real bad blurry anything from one foot in front of me and out... Well the good news is, I can see with contacts.. I love contacts.. Before I get lost in my wild thinking about roots let me get back to writing...
  In high school, I studied music. I was in the concert band, marching band, I was competitive in all state tryouts and music was always a big part of my life. I enjoyed photography but didnt realize that I would really take to it as much as I do now cause shoot film back then cost money as well as having them printed.  I took art classes, drama,  and I loved study hall! I got lucky and had study hall three years in a row! I used my study hall to write notes to my friends, poems, and started a fictional story about a teenage girl that lived in foster homes and was shuffled around throughout places by the state.
I had a decent home life..My mother was pushy and very hard on me at times though.  I was into crafty things in my spare time. You probably wouldnt find me sitting without something in my hand.. I even read lots of books.. You are probably wondering if I was lonely. No! No way by all means hardly ever.. I have so many friends that I couldnt count them all and they are all so close like family.
I miss some of them now..Adulthood takes so much time without much left over for friends huh?  Wich leads me to my final thoughts for this section of roots..
Where do I find time to write all that I want to write.?
Why did I have to be so emotional as a kid over wearing glasses?
Do you think my writing skills have suffered from childhood problems?
Will I ever get back on track and write without making mistakes?
I am trying. I am working on this journal entry and several pieces for researches of my own.
I am also  writing a memory book for Grandma with pictures and  memories taking from individual family members, kind of like interviewing, documenting, ya know the intire journalist thing...
My hopes for tomorrow and into the future are very much like other writers I am sure.
To become creative, use original words manipulated in a unique style.
Of course the biggest  "No! No!" Copying or plagiarism is not acceptable. I always do my best when it comes to quotes or things I may have heard before to remember who said it or where I may have read it before and give the credit where do.....
I also hope that I will never get accused of anything wrong like this example along with many others..