I’ll share one:

If I’d known better when I got clotheslined by Ray Bradbury’s The Veldt at age ten, I would’ve leaned into being an author, sooner. He said he’d carried those lions with him since the age of ten when I finally looked into it. I even wrote a book in fifth grade. About some crazed princess. Vaguely recall it. But clear as day I see the drawing of her being victorious at the end of it. It was standard “draw princess” style. I think that is where all that( and the standard puppy stuff) stopped.