I recently found a book I’d written and illustrated when I was 8 years old. It was my first children’s book about a crazy family, based on my own family life but a little exaggerated!
Despite the crudely drawn illustrations and misspellings throughout, I feel incredibly fond of it because it marks the start of something that has never gone away in me. I’ve always wanted to draw and write and finding it was a subtle reminder to pursue my childhood dreams. Maybe I’ll re-write it someday, if my family don’t mind that is. ;)