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When I Realized that I Loved Writing

When I was little, my mom made me write letters. Lots of letters. All. The. Time. 
Or so it felt. 
I wrote letters to my grandmothers, and my aunts. I wrote letters to my friends, and my great grandparents. I even wrote letters to one of my great uncles for awhile. 
And I hated it with a passion. 
I hated coming up with things to say. I hated having to copy everything out in my best handwriting. 
I hated every part of writing.  Except the receiving letters back part. That was fun.
Then came the time when I had to go through a writing book for school. Like a learn-how-to-write writing book.
It was torture. 
It was difficult. And boring. I cried over that book a lot. My poor mother thought that she had ruined me, and that I would forever hate anything to do with writing. 
I thought I would forever hate writing, too. 
When I was 13, I wanted to get a Facebook account.  No surprise there
My mother made me earn it. 
Two letters per week. Ugh
It had been a couple years since the awful writing…