Consequently, at the age of thirteen, I began my first book. Although I wasn't sure I was smart enough, I decided to write and illustrate children's books when I grew up. I wanted to show how people felt, what they thought, what they said. When I was in junior high school, I developed an interest in more complex stories. My stories were usually about orphans who ran away and had the sort of exciting adventures I would have enjoyed if my mother hadn't always interfered. Instead of telling them in words, I told them in pictures. All those facts - who cared what the principal products of Chile were? To me, writing reports was almost as boring as math.ĭespite my dislike of writing, I loved to make up stories. Requirements such as outlines, perfect penmanship, and following directions killed my interest in putting words on paper. I loved to read and draw but I hated writing reports. In elementary school, I was known as the class artist. In the summer, we went on day long expeditions into forbidden territory - the woods on the other side of the train tracks, the creek that wound its way through College Park, and the experimental farm run by the University of Maryland. We spent hours outdoors playing "Kick the Can" and "Mother, May I" as well as cowboy and outlaw games that usually ended in quarrels about who shot whom. I grew up in a small shingled house down at the end of Guilford Road in College Park, Maryland.
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