While working from my computer my son came to me and placed a few sheets of typed paper on my desk. He told me that he wanted me to read it when I had the chance. I admit I was so busy and so much was going on that I did was not planning on reading it right then. That day was so hectic and stressful that by the time I was finished working, all I wanted to do was clean, cook and go to sleep. While I was cleaning I got to my desk and started to straighten it up. I got to the papers my son had placed on it and skimmed through them. It was a story that my son had wrote. To my knowledge it was his first one. I sat down on the couch and started to read the story from the beginning. It was actually pretty cool and it kept my eyes glued to the paper till the very end. I didn’t call my son to me right away because part of me was embarrassed. I was so busy trying to “de-stress” that I hadn’t gotten around to reading the paper till now. Later on that day I called my son to talk to me about the story. He was so happy and told me about how he wanted to be a writer like me. That made me so happy and proud at the same time. Anyone who has been around him knows how much of an imagination he has. If you don’t just ask my sister. She had to sit through a whole story of how he fought a shark and the shark lost because he was made of steel and everyone knows that a person made of steel cannot be killed by a shark. This is pretty much how his story goes. He loves to talk about action filled characters. So I think I am going to take some time out and see how far he wants to go with his writing.