I have always been fond of writing, even since I was a
little child, I like to scribble some meaningless world. Later, when I was a little
older, I pored over the famous stories and admired the author`s writing
technique and imagination. I wished someday I could be a writer too.
I remember my first contribution to the newspaper, I had
long dreamed of printing my name in the paper, but never had the courage to
send in my rubbish. Then came my primary school graduation, I wrote an essay on
it. It was rather childish and over sentimental, but my teacher thought it was
not bad and encouraged me to send it to the newspaper.
After I had send it to the children` page in one of the
vernacular newspaper, I waited anxiously. It did not appear until I almost gave
up hope of it. Then when it was printed. My long eager waiting was rewarded. I received
twenty thousand Rupiah from my essay. Treasured the twenty thousand rupiah as
the rarest precious stone.
Since the first print of my work, I have
continually sent in many articles. I am not writing for money but for the pleasure
derive from it. The long waits, the frequent disappoint ments, the pleasant
surprises and the final rewards all add up to the wonderful and lovely
memories, oh..I can still revel in the day when I first saw my work printed.
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