Why I wanted to become an Author
The first time I ever wrote a story, I was in Year 2 of Primary school. I can't remember if there was a particular theme, but the whole class had to do it. I decided that mine was going to be about aliens. Every weekend I slept at my Grandma's house. And because her house was quite high up on a hill, I could see most of the town from the window. I would stand there at night and stare at the stars, the sky and the aeroplanes, imagining all sorts of different people sat in them. And watching cars drive slowly down the motorways on top of the hills in the distance, their headlights twinkling from miles away. I was always astounded that I could see these cars driving but that they couldn't see me, even if they tried. I had this dream one night that some aliens came down in a spaceship, right outside my bedroom window and took me away. There was nothing sinister about it, in fact I had a really nice time. They flew me around, letting me look at the town zooming beneath u