I think around the time I first started reading, really. Though the seeds were perhaps planted even earlier. When my dad would read me bedtime stories as a child he would often change things to amuse himself—inserting rude jokes and non-sequiturs into otherwise innocent books and fables. Eventually, I wanted to join in on the fun. I would wrestle the books away from him and declare, "No! It didn’t go like that, Dad. It went like this!"
Funny as it is to think about it now, those early experiences with my father probably put the idea into my head that I could make up stories too.
What I’m saying is I blame my father for everything.
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