I wrote my first piece when I was about 6-years-old. It was about two pages long (keep in mind, very large handwriting), and titled "Mr. Penguin and Crocky". It was hilarious. Mr. Penguin was my brother's stuffed animal, and Crocky was my stuffed crocidile. They were best friends who went a toystore together. Yeah, I know. I was a genius.
It's funny, y'know, when you read the works you've written years and years ago. You think to yourself, 'what in the world was going through my head to write this?'
