When someone would ask me whether I have always wanted to be a writer, they would be surprised by my answer when I said no. Being a writer was one of the last things I ever thought of doing. But deciding on what I wanted to be was always changing.
When I was 3, I wanted to be a boy…not a tomboy, I wanted to be a real boy. The amount of times my poor mother had to struggle to get me in a dress was a tiresom...
Published on October 31, 2013 08:32