I was hatched on May 10, 1971 in Muenster, Saskatchewan. I say hatched because I grew up on an amazing farm. Well, I guess you can’t say I really grew up, I just got taller.
In kindergarten I got my tongue stuck to the monkey bars at school and was afraid to tell my teacher, Mrs. Hursak. I made up a really BIG story about falling and scraping my tongue on the bus ramp. I’m not sure she believed me, but she patched me up and sent me home. Mrs. Hursak was a really nice gal. I hope I can see her again one day and apologize for not telling the truth.
When I was 8, I was riding my bike and accidently got my ‘Batman Cape’ caught in the front tire and flipped it over. My nose landed on the handle bars and got cut up. I wouldn’t let my mom look at it, so now I have a scar on the right side of my nose. I guess when your mom says, “Let me look at it or it’s gonna stay that way,” you really should let her. When I was little, my Uncle Joe said that it was just one of my beauty scars, and you know what, he was right! I have a bunch of them!
I wasn’t super good in school, just average, but I did love to write. I wrote my first story was when I was 5 and kept on writing right until high school. In Grade 12 I wrote a play called Cinderella of the 70’s that was performed at a variety night at the school. I felt so proud when everyone laughed and enjoyed my play. I wrote lots of stories then, but mostly ones about love and junk.
After school I went to university for a year. If my best friend Corrine wouldn’t have been there I would never have graduated. She was really smart. Thank goodness for meeting best friends. After that I moved back home and tried to figure out what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wasn’t really interested in much other than kids and writing, so I decided to become a mom and raise 3 of the most amazing kids.
I didn’t really write much when my fellas were little, not until my dad died in 1998. That was my worst day ever, but also one of my best days ever. That’s when I began writing a story called, Remembering Grandpa. It’s about 2 little boys trying to understand why their grandpa died. It also helped me realize everything my father had given me during my lifetime. I miss my dad, and I thank him for kicking me in the butt to start writing.
So now, I’m a writer. I write and I write and I write. Then, I stop and decide I need to write some more, because when I write all those stories that keep bouncing around in my head start to draw pictures with the words and become something wonderful. I am so thankful that I have followed my dream. Dreams are those things that are right between your ears, in the back of the middle of your forehead that you see even when you’re wake. I am following my dream. No dream is too big or too little to chase, so DREAM BIG!
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Zero the Super Hero
by Vanessa Canevaro
Approx. 8,950 words.
Published on July 9, 2012.
Henry the Superhero and Superbird have super imaginations. Can their mighty powers outwit, out battle and out imagine the Evil Medusa and Cyclops? Join Zero the Super Hero and his trusty side kick as they try to protect their town from evil doers.
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