So I’ve been looking for this for ages, and when cleaning up the crap in my room, I finally stumbled upon it again. This is the first story I ever wrote, at the ripe old age of seven. The school bound it up very nicely, laminated the front cover, and gave me a copy. I was the happiest person in the world.
And now, behold: The Red Apple
And that was when I knew it. That was when I knew that I wanted to be a writer, more than anything else in the world.