I can't remember a time when I wasn't writing stories. It probably drove my mother insane, as there were always pieces of paper scattered around, and I constantly stole all her pens.
I should probably admit, I didn't read the classics that seem to be on everyone's favorites list, or at least not many of them. I read the first book of Anne of Green Gables and cried so hard I couldn't read any others in the series. For some reason, it seems like the books most recommended for kids involved someone dying, which was why it sucked having to read Where the Red Fern Grows more...
