My Writing Story

B.W. Ginsburg

I remember being in the first grade, probably on the first day, listening to my teacher introduce us to herself and tell us what to expect from the year ahead. I remember tracing the letter ‘B’ in the carpeting as my teacher droned on. To be honest, I’m not really sure how well I was listening. While memories aren’t perfect (especially when you’re so young), I’m fairly certain that I remember my teacher saying something about how good it was that I was tracing letters with my finger in the carpet. I’m not sure why she said that, but she did. I guess maybe she thought it was good that I was already studying and focusing on letters. Who knows.

What I can only guess was days later, my first grade teacher was lecturing us about how someone had stuck a book inside another and how that ruined the binding…

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