How journalism affects me

Journalism is my passion. Ever since I was a young child, my true ardor was to write. Rather than playing games most little girls would find interest in, I would sit down with and just my own novice stories. I loved to write so much that I would even write on the walls of my house. It got to the point where my parents would have to take away my pens, pencils, and crayons as a means of punishment. Once, I took one of my mom's horrendously bright red lipstick and wrote with that on the door to the guest-room. While most kids at the tender age of 4 would watch Sesame Street or Mr. Rogers, I would sit and watch the news with my dad. My young innocent eyes were glued to the news, fascinated by the images of war torn countries and other current events that were happening in the world.
Once I learned to write and put words together in 1st grade, I could not stop. Rather than waste away my mind in front of the evil brain-cell killing box called television watching senseless cartoons, ...