A Writing Wish

I grew up all over the country but, what i consider my home is a small town where i spent a lot of time going and coming. A place so small but so full of family and memories. Those are my roots.
For as long as i can remember, i have always had a deep passion for books. When i was young, I spent at least 4 days a week at the little library in my town. I remember they had big, oddly shaped but comfy chairs. It had a long table with book bins built in the center and little chairs all the way around. This is where i spent most of my days. Well, there and at my grandparents house (obviously).
All throughout school i excelled in English. I won an award in grade one for reading 156 books that school year. As i got older it was clear that i had a thing for editing. My mom would write poems, and i would automatically edit it without any hesitation. It was just something that i enjoyed doing.

I used to have such an imagination. I would write little stories all to time. But it wasn't until i got my first computer that i actually wanted to write a real story. When i was 11, i got a computer for Christmas. You know, the old bulky, Windows 98? Yeah, that. Either way, it was the coolest thing, and i loved it!
One day i sat there and came up with a whole story.
It was about a family that recently moved to this beautiful big house. With a pool and an apple tree in their back yard. The little girl in the story, would see strange things, people. No one believed her though, obviously. One night, what started out as a light walking sound on the floor boards, abruptly turned to loud banging and screaming from the little girls room. The dad opens her bedroom door to find her levitating and speaking in a deep voice, not of the little girls. The voice warns the parents, and (obviously) shoots some threats their way. (cliche i know) her body drops to the floor, unconscious but okay.
That's where i stopped. It was actually quite long at this point though. I remember thinking how proud i was of myself that i introduced the characters so smoothly and with such great detail.
Since it was my first real (well, and only) story that i have written it hasn't really left my mind. I can still picture everything the way i had when i was writing it.

I don't consider myself a great writer. I do it because i enjoy it. It clears my mind and i feel so accomplished when Im done. Lately, i have been having that urge to sit down and write. A lot. But i don't have any sound ideas or story lines that pop into my head, making me say "That's it!" So ill just have to keep letting my imagination wander. But? What better way to get practice writing than to do it in a blog? ;)

I wish one day, to write a book and be proud of my writing.
I wish for L to have the same appreciation for books that i do.
I wish to hold on to that inspiration, when i find it again, and not let go like last time.
I wish for words.