Journey Towards Literacy Works: What Helps to Shape One's Passion

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My Journey towards Literacy Narrative
I can still vividly recall my first encounters with literacy works that made me love reading and, eventually, developing skills in writing. My favorite poets were Maya Angelou, Emily Dickinson, Robert Lowell, Elizabeth Bishop, and Allen Ginsberg. I liked their simple style of writing and the ability to capture everyday phenomena with satire, sarcasm, and humor. I first encountered these authors in the school library. I loved to visit the library whenever we had no classwork. Sometimes, I would sneak into the library at games time since I never liked to mingle with other students. I also read their works online, and gradually I became hooked to their literary works. I believe they shaped my English competency and language skills. From infancy to adult—pre-elementary times to college years—I have developed enormous skills in writing. My mother always told me that I am so good at expressing myself verbally, which made most people believe in my words. My father would later be instrumental in taking with him to community assignments, group meetings. He is the one who exposed me to the world outside my shell. Although school helped me to sharpen my language skills, I am convinced my parents and friends played a significant role as well in boosting my confidence and helping me to discover my talent.
The school provided me with the opportunity to access the library from where I did an extensive reading. I still remember my first instances at a big, whitewashed school. I was shy and isolated myself from the pupils who were loud and bubbly. I never participated in sporting activities, which at some point, worried my parents. I was always anxious and nervous to mingle with others. However, I had my passion—collecting books and reading. My favorite book is And Still I Rise by Maya Angelou. I spent my free time under the tree at the corner of the field where other pupils played, reading and updating my daily journal. It was a refreshing way of escaping the noisy world around me. I had my favorite spot in my high school library. The corner was quiet and next to a window that faced forest neighboring the school. I enjoyed the soft ambiance of nature and the cool breeze that came from the forest. The sound of the wind howling made me concentrate more while reading or writing. I had a box where I stored pieces of ideas that I developed the habit of writing daily. Sometimes I would share the space with my friends, but not always. I developed an intim...