The first book of meaning that I can remember was "A Wind In the Willows" by Madelaine L'engle. I have read all of her work and as an adult read her memoir. What a gift to be invited into the soul of another human being!
I began writing as a 6-year old by rhyming and asking my mother to help me spell words. My father helped me to stay in the lines...and voila-a poet was born!
My parents were always the first to read my writings. My mother demanded rigorous consistency and my father expected near perfection! I do not turn in any work today without at least 10 edits and a few thumbs up from others.