I was in your class for English, and English was the first lesson of my first day at senior school.
To start with I sat at the front because I wore my eleven year old enthusiasm right out in the open and I didn't realise that my eagerness to please might be more sensibly hidden somewhere the mean kids couldn't see it. As the school years progressed I chose a seat further back, but the enthusiasm didn't wane, and my goody-goody keenness was justified. This was my thing, and I loved your lessons.
You took my appetite for stories and fed it with rich, nourishing food.
This post is continued over at The Association of Christian Writers More than Writers blog, where I post on the 23rd of each month.
Do come and say hello. We're a very friendly bunch.
This post is continued over at The Association of Christian Writers More than Writers blog, where I post on the 23rd of each month.
Do come and say hello. We're a very friendly bunch.
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