I ran into my old high school english teacher out on the trail the other day. A teacher who shared a common bond for the Colorado outdoors. Back then, he put up with my English papers which were everything and anything about mountain bikes.
But rather than steer me to other topics or more rigid writing restrictions, he let me embrace my own interests, and shaped my writing style as only a veteran high school teacher could.
I haven't forgotten that, and it's made me part of who I am today. Here's to the teachers in our lives who have let us experience life at our most impressionable times...


3 comments:
I've actually been wondering where you learned to take such good pictures especially of yourself on cold, snowy days.
Seriously? Someone thought
Just wan'd ta...
was good writing? ;-)
Writing is one thing...spelling is a whole nuther beast.
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