Rieman,1103September 13, 2011TO RIGHT A WRONG,TO RIGHT A WRITEDear Writing,How time flown since I was five years old, do you remember the first time I wrotemy name and my address? Time changes so quickly from when I was practicing myaddress to when I was writing five and six page papers. I have this notebook of scribblesand pictures from when I was smaller; I see I was trying to form letters and words butyou had not unveiled yourself to me in full yet. When I got to kindergarten and earlyelementary I could hear you so much more clearly. Something changed and you changed-Writing, no longer could I write for fun and no longer could I just write whenever Iwanted to. I remember it was so hard to understand you, like you lost your voice and myteacher was your translator. Writing, I wish you would speak to me again. I am tired of hearing from others about how you speak to them and help them. Without your voice,Writing,
I don’t know how I will make it in the next few years.
Writing at first you wereso wonderful, beautiful, and young. You were kind and understanding, and you gave mebuilding blocks for success. But something changed in sixth grade when you started toage and mature and became really good friends with Dictionary . Our conversationswhere not personal anymore, I could not share my intimate thoughts because someonewas always reading our conversation and, even worse, judging what we discussed. Ireally needed you in high school since so much was changing and progressing. Ourrelationship really took a test when it came to the tenth grade writing assessment, but