What was an early experience where you learned that language had power?
I can't really remember a specific experience. I've been a reader since I was young and used to hide away in my bedroom reading. I remember making the walk along the levee near our home to the local library to borrow books. My father was transferred to the Philippines when I was going into the 6th grade, and the library (and the swimming pool right next door) was one of the first places I searched for.
What about you?
What are some of your early experiences with words?