Writing in the Dark

Great. The power is "out". I can't see anything, yet Somehow I still have the capability to write. I wonder how many erros will occur...

It seems strange sitting here writing my thoughts. i feel like I've been transported back to 1729 where writing by candlelight was most common. But i do not have a candlelight. I am literally writing in the dark.

So where should I begin my tale? The tale of communication that is. There are so many different ways to communicate, it's astounding. We have sign language, morse code, gestures, etc.  We can communicate without actually having to speak words. I guess that's where I can begin to answer the question : "What are some of the earliest encounters you remeber with language, written or verbal? Why do you think you remember them?' Well, here's the thing. Not to get to personal, but i'll let you in on a little secret: for the first six years of my life, I couldn't hear. In fact, i nearly became deaf. So I don't remember much on how I communicated. I know it wasn't with words much. it was gestures mostly. Or I would just scream  my head off, you know the average thing a kid likes to do. Most of the time it isn't easy for me to say something, so i would be unable to express it or just signal with my body. These days i like to write things down because it is so much more fluid for m,e to get messages across. I mean, its not harde to forgwet about a time where you couldn't heaar or say much in the early years. I remember communication being difficult and the way I had tro express it because it is still difficult for me today. But hey, we all struggle with something and do the best we can do. So i don't know if i answered the questioned properly, but this is sometthing I'm not afraid to share because we havwe to communicate everyday. it is a part of our lives and sometimes it can be overlooked because sometimes we think everyone communicates in the same way.

I hope i didn't drag you on a long, boring story. I told you I had a tale. i just hope there aren't too many mistakes in this. I can't look nback once this done. But hey, i can't write anything that comes to mind- it is a free write after all.

There once was an elf named Gilda. She lived the forest by herslf. One day... oh wait, I don't think that's the kind of tale you want to hear. I'll save it for next time then.

Fare thee well, neighbor!