When I tried to think of a positive writing experience I've had in my life, particularly as a child, I couldn't think of any. So I began to wonder why I don't like writing, what happened to me in my life to have so much animosity towards this act. I finally was able to think of an event and realized that it all started in third grade. One day, as punishment for talking during class, I was kept indoors during recess and forced to write Old Wise Owls until my hands started to cramp. For 45 minutes I was allowed to just write the same old sentence over and over again; “The wise old owl sat in an oak, the more he listened, the less he spoke, the less he spoke and the more he listened, for I cannot be like that wise old bird.” To this day I remember that little nursery rhyme and to this day I remember that same feeling I had as an elementary school student. From then on I always had an aversion to writing, it always felt like a punishment. I still don't understand how people can keep a diary. I don't see how anyone could sit down and write an article or a novel just for the sake of it. It seems unnatural to me, but I guess all these feelings are just because I see writing as a punishment, a