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Reading "On Writing" by Stephen King made me a little motivated to start writing tidbits of my past. As far back as I can remember, when my feet barely reached the edge of the couch, I drew my stories. Of course no one could figure out my story by looking at my drawings, but they were never short stories either. I think it's just in me to write big long adventures facing different adversaries, either it be people vs people, vs animal, or friends.
For words, I was too young to put any together so I wrote Z Zz zzZZ zZZz. I even took a shit ton of paper and I'd fold it to look like a book. Then I'd scribble in it to make it look like a real story was in this real looking book. I'd even give them as gifts to my cousins.
When I discovered my mother's recipe book with a ton of blank pages, you could only guess what I did....I wrote a story. I remember this book, pink with tiny tiny flowers and it had a soft feel to it, like material bound it.
I began to draw this awesome adventure that me and my brothers and my cousins were about to take. I'm pretty sure I wrote it with Laura watching. It might have been at one of our famous family get togethers too. Anyways, it started off with all five of us playing around my house (which was five stories taller, than it was in real life) and we decided we were going to look for gold. I drew different places we visited on our quest for gold. Five pages later (and writing over a recipe) we found our gold! We bathed in it and played and enjoyed the riches. We brought as much of it back with us to the house, where my mother had her head out one of the windows, and boy her hair was half the size of the house. (She had a perm back in the early 90's)
Needless to say, I was so proud of this crazy, cool adventure that I brought the book to school, I was in JK so I was four at the time. I forced my friend Brad to sit with me in the cloak room while I read my adventure to him....everyday. And everyday I'd change it up a bit too.

So my first full length story was in 1993. BAM