![]() ![]() Small Town Life was about a girl named Susan, as tall and skinny and freckle faced as I was. Consequently, at the age of thirteen, I began my first book. Although I wasn't sure I was smart enough, I decided to write and illustrate children's books when I grew up. I wanted to show how people felt, what they thought, what they said. When I was in junior high school, I developed an interest in more complex stories. My stories were usually about orphans who ran away and had the sort of exciting adventures I would have enjoyed if my mother hadn't always interfered. Instead of telling them in words, I told them in pictures. All those facts - who cared what the principal products of Chile were? To me, writing reports was almost as boring as math.ĭespite my dislike of writing, I loved to make up stories. Requirements such as outlines, perfect penmanship, and following directions killed my interest in putting words on paper. ![]() I loved to read and draw but I hated writing reports. In elementary school, I was known as the class artist. In the summer, we went on day long expeditions into forbidden territory - the woods on the other side of the train tracks, the creek that wound its way through College Park, and the experimental farm run by the University of Maryland. ![]() We spent hours outdoors playing "Kick the Can" and "Mother, May I" as well as cowboy and outlaw games that usually ended in quarrels about who shot whom. ![]() I grew up in a small shingled house down at the end of Guilford Road in College Park, Maryland. ![]()
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