The Worst Username wrote:Meg wrote:I read a lot (still do) and my parents always read to me. That is a definite influence. However, I also used to spend most of my days playing with my plastic dinosaurs or animals (I hated dolls, I barely ever played with the Barbies my mom got me. I was content with the dollar plastic dinosaurs at WalMart. They were more violent, LOL.) I use this as my greatest influence, and the basis when I say that I was "born" a writer. I made worlds, characters and endless stories with my toys. Sometimes I long to remember some of the older stories (I started running out of ideas with the newer ones, so they're not as good), and rewrite them on paper. Thankfully, I still remember some of the stories and most of my characters, some of whom are now resurrected into a novel. Their toy counterparts are still on display in my room, and most likely will always be.
Oh my goodness, this is bringing back so many hilarious memories. I also got Barbies, however I had no access to dinosaurs, so I ended up pitting the Barbies against each other and making them go to war. Long story short, my older cousins gave me their Barbies; I had enough to divide them up into three "clans". The clans warred over territory rights. Each clan had a different magical power associated with it. I had three or four Ken dolls, which were used as leverage in peace treaties and the like--they were slaves. I had a good time.
Haha, that sounds deliciously evil and something I'd most likely do. But, thankfully, I could have my dinosaurs be violent and not feel too odd for having them kill each other. Actually, gosh that reminds me of something my brother and I made up.
So if it isn't clear, I loved dinosaurs growing up, and not only had educational books, toys and games, but I also had coloring books. I colored in them all the time with my brother or sister. One day, we encountered a page that had to parasaurs on it, except they were smiling. So my genius brother decided to make it "Happy Land" a place where dinosaurs were always laughing and happy. Later, we decided to make the toy dinosaurs discover Happy Land, except it turned out that it was a type of hell, where you couldn't get out and could
never stop laughing or smiling. Either they figured out a way to leave, or stayed there forever, I don't quite remember.
And I was the one who made it that way, my brother might have created it, but I made it into an inescapable hell.