I was a great writer during the elementary and high school days.  While kids were busy playing, I was in the house, sitting in front of my aunt's ancient typewriter, and with my 6-year old fingers I would write  about silly, magical, and childish things I could think about.

And then maturity came and changed my perspectives in life.  Now I think I have lost it - my love for writing the silly, the magical, and the childish.

I want to write again.  Like looking for a long lost love.

Hopefully I can find my way back to how that 6-year old boy wrote with limited vocabulary and a limitless imagination.