As an eight-year-old child, winning an essay writing contest was the happiest day of my life. My essay was featured in the school newspaper. That’s when I told myself I would be a writer when I grew up. My father always bought us the latest books written by Enid Blyton, which inspired me to write. I wrote poetry and essays in notebooks and on paper napkins, which I’ve kept until this day. As I grew older, I ventured in other directions and kept my writing on the back burner. Nevertheless, it was only in writing that I found true so more...
