My mother has always been an excellent writer and whenever I had a task she was the first to help me. We would do our research together and write two or three drafts before reaching the final product. Throughout elementary and middle school, I wrote noteworthy papers that always shocked my English teachers with how well written they were. I had clever puns and adult comparisons. He taught me a way of writing that helped me become the writer I am today. Once I reached high school my love for writing waned. I was taught a formula on how to write the perfect essay. The dreaded five-paragraph essay stuck in my brain: an introduction with a hook, a thesis, main paragraphs, and a conclusion. I was constantly told that my creativity was not formal, so when I wrote articles there were more facts and evidence and less stories and experiences. My writing became boring to me and reading my documents and stories was a terror because I could see the drastic amount of creativity lost. Even though I kept getting high praise, I felt like the papers I was writing weren't