When I was a kid, I loved to write. I use to leave notes with cute little drawings around the house for my Ma and Da to find. Sometimes I would leave them to get attention; some were more dramatic than others. When I was six years old, I wrote a note saying that I was going to run away. I left it on the table, hid under it and waited patiently for someone to read it. I watched Ma and Da walk by several times, for what seemed like hours but what was in reality more like three minutes, and then decided I would get better results if I just handed them my notes instead.

When I was seven, I wrote my first poem. It was also my last which is probably why I still remember it.

Cathy
The sun was shining one day
So Cathy went out to play
But when she stepped out
It rained all about
So Cathy stayed in for the day

When you’re seven, rhyming is life.

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