Like the sound of a gun.

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For the longest time I had considered starting a blog, but never had I been extensively serious about it. Too much work mixed with my busy schedule, it was a recipe for disaster. Upon my current writing binge, my best friends decided to persuade me into starting my first blog and so, here we are.

To be honest, I do not have a lot of time to make this entry particularly pretty, filled with fluffed up words straight from the thesaurus. Just trying to pass the time until work is finally through with for the day, I am recounting my steps as to how I first began to write...what a dreadful trail that was.

All my life I was attracted to colourful words and their ability to describe in such a magnificant way. When I was eight years old I was diagnosed with a reading disability, more like a memory disability, that made it near impossible for me to remember new words, phrases, or sounds. To clear that statement up, it meant that I was going to struggle with remembering little details my whole life. Upon hearing this, my mother, an english teacher and grammar aficionado, decided to push me tirlessly through books so as to improve this "disability". Though I was never able to complete kick this bad habit, I became an excillent reader and, in response, fell in love with word play.

Growing up on Rumpelstiltskin, I foudn myself growing fond of quirky stories with unexpected twists. From this youthful adoration of word play grew a respect for wit and satire. Quite early on in my reading life I discovered the works of Oscar Wilde and from that moment on I was mesmarized. It wasn't until I was in the fourth grade that I began to write and as soon as that pen touched the fine lines of that paper, I became intranced with weaving stories and words together and the art of creating flawless imagery.

For my mid-term in Honors English we were assigned a spur of the moment essay in which we were to write about a specific theme of a story we had read during that school year. When I returned from the break my English teacher pulled me aside to inquire whether or not I had cheated. It was that moment that I realized I might have a knack for stringing words together. Throughout High School I built on this passion, but never actively persuid it.

Still to this day I am weary of whether or not to strive towards writing as a profession. Words or my true love, but whether I want to make that love a job...I am hovering in limbo awaiting my minds decision. So, until the day that I fall upon my decision I will write via this blog.

The title, "The Perspective of Youth," is a coy tribute to my own frame of mind. Though I am obviously quite young, my mind and idea's have always been older then my body, call me an old soul perhaps. With my love for the classics and old fashioned way of life, my perspective on life, love, and all the fall in between can be a breath of fresh air. The topics I generally write about are writen from my perspective, a youth.

sincerely,

R.Page