The poet came to our school and took us for a nature walk. He showed us leaves that we could pluck from plants along the lake’s edge and eat. Back in the classroom he sat us down and read his poetry. The teacher told us to write haiku too. She picked her favorites and gave them to the local paper (click on the image to read).
For the first time, my name in print.
Was this to blame for infecting me with pipe dreams? Was this what threw pies in sky that distracted me from practical work? Was this the first step to forgetting to keep my feet on the ground?
Probably not. But it sure was exciting.
What were your writing experiences in school? Did school inspire your writing dream or hold it back?