I know I was writing when I was five. I don't know what I did before that. Just loafed, I suppose.
- P. G. Wodehouse
Around the ages of twelve and fourteen, I stepped partly out of childhood's door. I could no longer play act my imaginings. I couldn't incorporate my toys into the stories that ran rampant through my mind. But the stories still existed along with the desire to pretend. So instead I search for Narnia. I was child enough that facts didn't stop me. Just for a few moments while pushing back the clothes in the closet, shoving away the boxes underneath the bed, or rounding that tree in the woods, I could let myself believe that just maybe. And when I found nothing, I would smile and sigh. Of course I would not find anything. I searched for the impossible. But what if- I could be raptured into a different world? Where animals talked, the trees danced, and the wind truly whispered. Where money was of small concern, math mattered little, and people actually noticed sunsets and the fresh smell of rain. I turned from actor of stories to dreamer of stories. But these stories screamed for an outlet that mere thoughts could not satisfy. I transitioned quickly from dreamer to writer. My stories flew from pencil to paper. And I found out that other worlds did exist. All with their own dangers, wonders, and curious people. I believe this is when I first became drawn to writing.
How about you? When did you first start writing? Why? What is the story that began all your stories?