I don’t really know. I found a story I was working on when I was about twelve (maybe younger). I do know that I would pretend these awesome stories about a girl I wish I could have been (she was so much cooler than me). As time grew on, I began writing different stories about a girl like that one. I actually trashed the main one about her, because it was so crappy and I had forgotten where I wanted to go with her. But I remember running through the woods acting like someone was chasing me and stuff like that. I was doing this when I was pretty little, because I remember the girl was really cool for a ten year old, which would have been older than me at the time.