Once upon a time there was a little girl. She had pink hair, green eyes and loved stripes.
She wanted to become a writer so she could write stories about clouds turning into dragons, teapots filled with green smoke and horses living in a magic forest ruled by a panther, ridden with trolls and elves.
Her head was filled with stories and words. Long and short, cross words, polite and pleasing words. Her favourite words were Hippocrates, bile and reincarnation… She would repeat them often to herself.
She loved it very much when her parents would take her to the seaside during the summer holidays. She would look everywhere for seahorses.
As the years passed, the words in her head became neat, tidy and organised. They started to have meanings and definitions attached to them, like tags dangling down from items on the shelves in a shop. Even her stories were now organised by themes and symbolism.
What kind of grown up did you want to become when you were a child?