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Curtis D. Carter
I, Curtis D. Carter, raised in a small country town in Virginia, grew up to head off into a life of adventure, intrigue, and discovery. Meeting so many different characters while g...view moreI, Curtis D. Carter, raised in a small country town in Virginia, grew up to head off into a life of adventure, intrigue, and discovery. Meeting so many different characters while growing up and throughout my life left me a fountain of stories springing forth from my own many adventures in life. My uncles were natural storytellers, and all eyes would be on them when one of their stories was being told. I would sit at the feet of my great-grandmother, Ms. Exxie Cox, during the summer vacation, glued to her every word as she rocked in her rocking chair and told me stories of the past and somehow of the future, even my future.
As a kid aged seven till thirteen, I would spend a lot of my time with the elderly people in my neighborhood—helping them with choir and listening to their many stories from their lives. Later, at age sixteen, I joined the military, which took me off into another big chapter in my life. In my travels to many third-world countries, I learned more and gained more compassion and love for people and became more and more determined to find my way to give back to so many.
Funny, I started out drawing. I would sit on the step at the back of my home in Virginia and pick out different objects in my view that caught my attention, and I would draw and draw and draw until the images were so burned into my mind that I could draw that object in detail without even opening my eyes. After a few years of art, my heart soon turned to music. Drums for Christmas, the following year, a guitar, then drums for Christmas again, but my heart yearns for the piano.
I went on to write poetry, but the children first stayed on my mind, and I kept thinking what gift I could give to the children that would last and last—a children’s story! Then came this story and another that I’ve titled The Discontented Termite.
All the truly loving and giving people that I have met in my life all seem to write the same tune, and I quote, “For what I have given you, all I ask in return is that you do the same for someone else one day.”
And now, I thank them all.view less