I read voraciously as a young sapling. Then I tried my hand at writing. At age 7, I wrote a poem to read aloud at my aunt’s wedding to celebrate their happiness. This unwittingly forced me to write and read a poem at the remainder of my relative’s weddings, and I have 11 aunts and uncles (on my mom’s side alone). As I grew into a sturdy arbor, I branched out, dabbling with short stories and essays. When I was 9 I wrote an essay on the meaning of Time for my English class. It went over about as well as you can imagine (most kids wrote about rainbows and their favourite rocks). But I continued to write even to this day.