It's called life

When I was about 8 or 9 years old, my mom took me to therapy. I remember the therapist asked me what I would become as an adult. I still don't know why, but I said: I am going to become a writer. I don't know what I was thinking or what I saw back then in the future. But I remember the whole conversation with the therapist so I thought maybe I should give it a try.