I have only known how to write for a little more than five years.
Before then, writing was one the task that caused me the greatest anguish. My writing skills were so deplorable that most Christmas vacations I would have to write and rewrite each thank-you note several times before it could be sealed, stamped and sent. As the years progressed, I became quite the little speaker and could give hours and hours of verbiage to hundreds without even a quiver, but writing would still leave me writhing in fear and panic. As my schooling finally came to an end with a Master’s degree in Social Work, I don’t think I ever wrote one paper or thought — until the great storm.