I remember sitting on the stairs in my parents home, when I was very young, with their gigantic family Bible on my lap, trying to read the words that went with the fascinating pictures. I don't remember what kids' books I read, but later I devoured the "Black Stallion" books, the Anne books and of course Nancy Drew.
I don't remember a time when I didn't write. My mother swears I must have been born with a pencil in my hand.:)
My dolls were the first to hear what I wrote. They didn't complain, so I kept writing! Then classmates and teachers were subjected to my work. My first published piece was a short story which appeared in The Western Producer, (1990 I believe) so it was read by a large farming audience.
It's hard to remember but probably Dick and Jane books. I wrote first in primary school - compositions and fantasy tales where I'd end up being saved but it would all be a dream. My mother was the first to read what I wrote and loved everything indiscriminately.
When I was a kid I loved reading poetry even if I didn't understand it. I just loved the sound of rhyme. I guess that explains my love for music, especially hip hop. I'm in love with the way words can be harmonized to form a flow of rhythmic tones. Dr Suess books were my favorite. I was always a little shy and on the quiet side and found writing to be the best way to express myself. I've been writing ever since.
Mark Twain. At eight, I started reading The Adventures of Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. The books were bound in leather and sat on a shelf in the living room of the house my family lived in, in Peru, when I was a child. The books fascinated me for several reasons --first, their feel. Secondly, the words contradicted everything I'd been taught was proper -- there was "ain't," for one. Even more importantly, at eight, I had never seen an African-American and was fascinated by the depiction of Blacks in drawings in the books.
I always remember writing and reading and drawing. My mother, also a writer, was the first to read my work.
Oh my, I began reading a long time ago. But growing up a couple of my favorite authors were Stephen King and Dean R. Koontz. I have practically read everything they have ever written.
I began reading at the age of three. My second grade teacher assigned us to write a story. From then on I wrote. My teacher. She thought I had a lot of imagination. I wrote about how it felt to be an eraser on a pencil.
I don't remember. I began with short stories for my mom, so she read them first.
The first novel I ever truly enjoyed reading was Tamora Pierce's 'In the Hands of the Goddess' which lead to my love for YA Science Fiction. I started writing because I always loved receiving notebooks. I felt that there was no better present an individual could receive because when you are given a notebook you are given an opportunity. It opens up possibilities for school, drawing and even for you to get to create entirely new worlds that you can visit and escape to. My grandmother was the first to realize I was writing because she found one of my notebooks but my father was the first one to get to read my first completed novel.
To Kill a Mocking Bird was probably one of the first novels I ever read. I have always wrote, but most was for school growing up. A couple friends read my poems and short fiction first.
I can't remember what I first read. I do, however, remember my mother reading "The Chronicles of Narnia" to me in bed as a small boy. I used to love to listen tot her doing all the different voices and I think that's probably what inspired me to write. I used to just write small ditties and short stories about random topics, I think my first was called, "Insectosaurs" and it was only half a page long in it's entirety. Then I began to write poems, in which I specialise now. I used to just let friends read those, and they'd all say they were good, but I never thought so. I still don't to be honest, but I do enjoy their input in many ways.
I first read the newspaper. I remember looking at it, when my parents were reading the newspaper at the table and seeing patterns that all the articles made on the page. And then being able to see the individual words. Learning to read was very freeing. I wanted to know what was in that Newspaper.
I first wrote my name, then I wrote cards to my parents. My first story I wrote as a small child. I also wrote up rosters for my students and tried to come up with the most outrageous names I could think of. It was fun!
A comic... I don't know... I forgot... My friends....
Well, I guess I first read books that my mom gave to me! Books given to me at school obviously formed a large part of my reading at a young age as well. However, strangely enough I'm not a massive fan of reading at 18. I love writing, but not reading - weird I know. I knew I loved writing when writing essays for school work. I never particularly liked the work itself, but I loved the writing. Close friends and family were the first to read my work, and also viewers of my blog (I posted "sneak peeks" of work on there).
In school. In school. Teachers. For my own writing, I began in high school, and read to friends. Continue to do so.
The first book that I received when I started to read was Tiny. I was more in love with the pictures than the story. I could jump through the pictures in this imaginary world and live the life that I wanted. In my room I played being her with my dolls. Later, when I joined a wrtiting class to write children stories, my teacher wasn't pleased to hear about the 'Tiny' books. These books were typical fifties stories in an ideal world. As for me, Tiny saved my life, offering me a dreamworld. It took me many years to get infected by the thrill to read. The first book that got under my skin was: the tao of Poeh from Benjamin Hoff. I was touched by the simplicity and the wisdom. Before this book, I thought reading and writing was for intellectuals. I discovered that wisdom hides in simplicity. The first story I wrote was short after the death of my first love (at 30 something). (my boyfriend worked for 10 years on a book with a few friends. The book never got finished). We had to write a metafor for another student in a NLP class. I liked it so much that I started to write short stories to surprise my friends. I wrote metafores about an incident that happened, with themselfs starring in it. Later I started writing columns at work (at that time I worked at Brussels airport) about my experience at work, to show my colleges another point af vieuw...to make them laugh.