At a young age I knew I was different. My body didn’t move the way I wanted it to. At age 2, my body changed. After some time, I felt lost in space. About age 5 I figured out how to write. Soon after I was able to show my teacher that I could communicate. We were working on a writing assignment about learning to play piano. All of a sudden I began to write words on her paper. She saw I made sense and encouraged me to keep doing it. I continued with this way of communication until this summer. My writing was difficult for others to understand.
A friend I met from Philadelphia is a speller. He told me about spelling. So my mom made an appointment with a practitioner that was closest to us.
The first time I went to a session I was very excited. The ride was only an hour and a half but seemed like an eternity. My first time on the letterboards was magical. I knew that I was born to spell.
It has been six months and my life has begun to change. I can’t believe how spelling has been embraced by my school. I am now able to type on a keyboard. I am also part of an amazing group of speller friends. Let me end with some encouragement for future and current spellers: keep going – don’t give up. The journey may be hard but it is so worth it.