The Past: (How I became a writer)

The Past: (How I Became A Writer)
When i was a young chap, my mother encouraged adventure...in the safest way possible. Ok, that is a nice way of me saying she bought me a tent, but we only used it for on top of my bunkbed. I didn't really have the camping, bbq'ing parents. Don't get me wrong i saw my father tear up some ribs (they never had a chance). In fact i even saw him actually eat the bone, a terrifing image that still makes me sweat a little everytime someone gets close to the bones at a BBQ. Anyway, back to my bunkbed tent. I think that's got me first into writing, being creative. Here i am, no little brother or sister to share a bunkbed, a tent that never heard of dirt, and a room full of solitude & imagination. So I made things up. ALL THE TIME. We didn't have much growing up, but i was never bored. That tent was a castle, fortress, lair, hideout, battlestation, compound, mansion, village, city, ranch, spaceship, or just the place i retired to when the world didn't feel right to me. I don't think she knew exactly what she was doing. But i thanks ma for that. So if you want your kids creative, lock them up in a room with a bunch of things that just aren't quite right. Worked for me!