The first stories I remember reading were Hungarian folk tales. They are just beautiful with strong messages one just never forgets. Or is allowed to forget, they are so ingrained in the culture.
We had writing classes as part of the curriculum in elementary school. I loved those classes, especially when the teacher read out loud the best stories we had written. My stories were popular, and often my classmates asked the teacher to read them for sure. It was wonderful to hear them ask for something that I created, and hearing them laugh at the funny bits stayed with me forever.
My writing teacher in elementary school was the first to judge my work. I think she was too harsh. I still have the notebooks from so long ago, and there is some good stuff in there. Definitely not only a B.