What was your favourite Christmas Present ever?
I've wanted to be a writer since I learned how to read. When I was about eight I wrote my first Nancy Drew mystery. How I ended up an accountant in real life is a whole other story...Anyway, one of the things I needed to be a "real" writer was a typwriter.
As a twelve year old with a head full of stories and dreams, I lo...oo..nged for that typewriter.
With four kids and a struggling business my parents didn't have money for anything that wasn't a necessity. I used my babysitting funds for clothes and books and knew that if it wasn't something I had to have I wouldn't get it. I didn't feel deprived or anything -it's just the way it was. I didn't ask for the typewriter for Christmas because I knew it wasn't affordable.
Even now I get tears in my eyes thinking about the joy I felt when I saw that shiny, new typewriter under the Christmas tree.
But that gift was more than a typewriter. It was my parents saying they believed in me. That "I could." And that's a priceless gift for a shy, chubby twelve year old girl.