This week, I chose to write about this prompt:
Childhood memory time: Write about something you loved to do as a child.
Please excuse any imperfections in today’s post. I am trying to free-write. In other words, I’m writing whatever comes out without going back and spending a lot of time editing it.
Some favorite activities never grow old. There were two things that I loved to do as a child that came to mind when I read this post. Both of them dramatically impacted who I am today.
As long as I can remember, I’ve been teaching somebody something. Not because I thought I knew everything, or because I was the oldest sister, but because even as a child, teaching was my passion.
My earliest memories of teaching are from when I was 3 or 4 years old. I would gather my sister’s and my dolls and stuffed animals, making sure that they were sitting up straight against the wall, and I would teach.
I taught songs. I told stories. I taught reading and writing. I taught how to make beds and clean rooms. (It made cleaning almost bearable!) If I could, I’d
coerce ask my sister to be my student also.
When I was nine, my family was preparing to go to the mission field in Ukraine. My youngest brother was in kindergarten. As we travelled the many, many miles to different churches around the country, I taught my brother how to read. I was so proud of myself! I had showed another person how fun it was to learn about the world around them.
The other thing that I have loved to do for as long as I can remember is writing. I wrote stories. I wrote songs. I wrote letters. I wrote poems.
Stories were the perfect way to cheer up one of my disgruntled or sick brothers or sisters. Stories were a way for me to tell what I really thought. Stories were a way for me to create my own world in which I held the starring role. In a family full of activity and busy-ness, stories made me feel important. I still write stories today. When I am dealing with an important behavior issue at school, sometimes I’ll write a story to teach my lesson. After all, that’s what Jesus did. When I prepare for a VBS in the summer, I write my own continued story.
I could make up a song about anything. In that way, I take after my daddy. He didn’t necessarily make up melodies, but he often changed words of songs to fit a situation he was in or to make one of his children laugh. When I was young, I made up silly songs that told stories. As I grew older, I wrote some more serious songs, including this one that I wrote to sing at our wedding. (Unfortunately, a cold prevented me from singing it.) When I’m teaching an important concept at school, I like to put it to music. One of my students told me the other day, “You’re always singing, Mrs. Morford. Well, at least when you can.”
I wrote poems. Poems when I was happy, when I was sad, and when I was bored. My specialty was long Dr. Seuss-ish rhyming stories. I wrote poems for banquets, poems for contests, and poems for entertainment.
I wrote lots of emails when I was a tween/teen. I liked to write them in the form of newsletters, and send them to bunches of relatives and friends. I called them Bethany’s Bulletin, and loved the response that I got. I had so much fun telling others about my life.
Now, my hobbies have matured. Instead of teaching dolls, and little brothers and sisters, I teach 26 students who have potential to change the world. I teach more than cleaning and songs. I teach life-changing lessons that will shape the future of our country. Even though the pupils and the lessons have changed, however, the delight I feel when someone else gets excited about learning remains today.
Instead of writing songs about princesses and silliness, I write songs about things that matter to me. I write songs about love, life, and worship.
I still write a variety of poems, but lately, I’ve been experimenting more with free verse, and the inner beauty that certain words contain.
Instead of emailing, I blog. Blogging has opened a whole new world to me, and for that I am immensely thankful! After all, if I didn’t blog, I would never have met each one of you!
So, what did you do when you were young? Has it left a lasting impact on your life? Do you still do it today?
As always, check out Mama Kat's blog for more great prompts!