My Mum spent the weekend with me and little did I know that the drive to take her home would not only be 30 kilometers down the highway, but also 30 years down memory lane.
She pointed to an unceremonious pile of papers on the shoe rack and said they were for me. Once home and comfortably entrenched in my writing spot, a quick glance at my grade one report card simultaneously took me back and had me looking forward.
"Monika shows imagination and creativity." - handwritten comment from my first grade teacher on my first ever report card
"Story writing were (sic) always of superior quality." - grade five teacher's comment for Creative Writing
"Excellent understanding of the mechanics of language." - grade five teacher's comment for Language
What really brought a smile to my face was this bold prediction from my grade five teacher:
"Monika is a budding author."
Okay, so I'm a late bloomer and it took me 30 years to blossom but wherever you are Henry Ramjass, you called it.
To all my teachers and instructors, especially the ones who didn't tell me to shut up with the crazy stories, the ones who encouraged me to tell them on paper, thank you. You saw something in me that I was too young too realize all those years ago.
P.S. - Dear Mrs. O'Donoghue - my writing is no longer untidy!