The only time I came close to writing as a child was when I wrote a distant uncle in the USA to send me a bike. The story could make for an interesting post. I just might do it. Hehehe
I kept pieces of paper of scribblings. Then, I wanted to be an author to impress my Dad. I know he likes reading. His old bookshelf filled with books attest to this. But it never really turned into a book as I keep losing it. Wish there was steemit then to keep the scraps of jottings.