Hello to those who read this! Let me tell you about the first time I began to write. I was in a cold, shabby basement. I rummaged through the boxes around me and tried to find anything interesting. I found a journal with bright sunflowers and a bright red background. It was completely blank. The pages white. I heard a scratching noise behind me and I hid behind a box, securing the journal to my chest. All I knew was that I wanted it and I knew it was important. 
I saw a dark figure in the corner and ran screaming down stairs. After I caught my breath, I headed straight to my room and grabbed a writing utensil. Then I started to scribble in it.
Now my mother might have you believe that I wrote just squiggly lines and that it wasn't a basement, but her closet. 
And even though I was five years old, I could have sworn that was how my first experience writing went down. :)
Anyways feel free to express yourself in comments. I understand that I might not write, magnificently, but I am willing to learn. If you want me to check out your writing, let me know and I'll try.