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Then in the eighth grade, I learned WRITTEN LANGUAGE HAD POWER, I wrote a piece that was accepted by the local newspaper, on the kid's section, of course, still in the city newspaper, the Rocky Mountain New in Colorado Springs, Colorado.
A simple story about a lost dog, who found his way home. The fear of getting lost was every kid's concern during school years because we explored our neighbors. Then when we lived in the mountains of Colorado where my Dad cut the lodgepole pines for telephone poles and fences, there were no paths just a main road. What if I got lost?
This bit of writing I have saved to this day, it sits in a frame in my writing room, reminding me success is here and small counts.