The Story Behind It All
When
I was younger, back in 1st grade when I was just 6 years old, I
always wanted to play with Barbie’s.
Stupid I know but if you are a girl then you’ll know what I mean. Anyway I played by myself a lot but just because most of my
friends were guys or they lived too far, and I created kind of like a story
and whenever I’d stop playing, the story stopped but then when I started
playing again, it just kept on going and going.
That was basically my childhood, as far as imagination goes.
I had many imaginary friends as well and I created a different world
with those imaginary friends. But
as I was growing up and experiencing things, hearing and seeing things, all
those important stuff that I learned as I grew up, gave me almost a very
experience life in a way. It’s
hard to explain but I’ll try to explain and not confuse anyone.
But
going through many things in such a short period of time would be hard on
anyone, like it was for me but that didn’t stop me from building up my
imagination. I have a very
vivid imagination, everyone has always told me that and I guess that’s why
every year, the teachers always said I was a bright student, never really
smart but bright. But the
summer before I went into 5th grade, everything changed for me.
I had fallen out of a tree and hit my head although I didn’t have a
concussion or anything because I was always falling out of trees and stuff.
So not even half an hour after that happened, and I never told my mom
because it didn’t seem important, she was driving me to gymnastics and it
seemed as if someone had turned the volume down.
Now this may be a little confusing and weird but it really happened,
and to me. My hearing went down
about 35 percent which isn’t deaf or anything, and I was so scared.
I quit gymnastics and because upset and depressed about what
happened. That’s when I would
take my imagination to a different level, creating bad experiences and
negative points in my life.
But
even though all that had happened to me, I managed to get on with my life, a
little on the bumpy road, I still got through it.
But then I moved from where I had lived for all my life to a town
that I didn’t even know about and I had to start all over with making
friends. But then I met one
friend, who lived down the street from me.
At the time, Hanson was big and we were both practically obsessed
with them. We started writing
together about them and us being together with the guys, stuff like that. But we had a really big fight over a lot of things and she
had found a new best friend and kind of shoved me away. So, I just kept writing about Hanson but without her and
found that I enjoyed writing by myself.
I was only in 7th grade at the time when this happened.
But then, I found out about Nsync and I tried to get into them but
they weren’t really big then so it was hard.
But when my parents got the Internet, I would find fan fic sites and
read some stories then I’d look up as much as I could of Nsync.
At the time, I found Justin really attractive and somewhat
interesting and I wanted to put him in my stories and stop writing about
Hanson. It was almost obsession
at the time and so I started writing about him and the other guys in Nsync.
But when Britney came out, I mean everyone loved BOMT unless they
didn’t like that music, and I loved the song and I always wanted to listen
to it so I started writing about her and stopped writing about Justin. I wrote from her point of view for a while but then I had
this crazy idea about how cute Justin and Britney would be if they started
dating.
And
that was the start of my Britney and Justin fan fiction.
I tried to go back to writing Hanson fiction but I found that they
didn’t interest me as much anymore, not even enough to keep writing about
them. It was a little hard to
let go but then I got into my stories more and more and each day I would
learn or do something new and I kind of wrote it into my story in bits and
piecing and making one thing more interesting than it really was. At that time, I was just going into 8th grade and
I had written one story, one I had been writing on and off for almost 8
months. It had reached up to
315 pages, not double-spaced either but I could only save 230 before I had
to make a new file for it. It
was really long and I was really proud of it.
It was saved on a floppy because at the time, we only had one
computer and it was the family computer and I wasn’t allowed to save it on
there. But damn errors and our super crappy computer totally wiped
out my disk. I lost it all.
I didn’t write for some time over the next few years until I was
14, or just about and I started back to writing but I didn’t include
Justin until near the end of a story.
Then,
over time, when I was almost 15, I made a site and started sharing my
writing. At first, no one
really knew about it. It was on
angelfire and I didn’t talk to anyone online then.
When I got bored of the site, I stopped using the Internet and
updating the site and started writing some more.
Then, I started posting on a Jessica Simpson Message Board and
meeting people I knew I’d never see a face behind and I said I wrote and
it was actually Gene who got me into putting up my stories.
At the time, I only had about 4 long stories, that was it and the
website I had made two years earlier, was forgotten.
I then made my homestead site and put my writings up.
I told a few people about and it and they went and they read the
stories. They said it was good
and so on but I didn’t really believe them.
Over the summer, I kept writing, occasionally. I had gotten a laptop the previous Christmas which was great.
I haven’t shared every single one of my fics and if they were all
saved and not lost or something, I’d have well over 100 stories including
the one I am writing at the moment (Changes).
So I made a website, a better one called In Dreamz, which is still
open and which I am still shocked at how long I’ve managed to keep it
going.
Everyday,
my imagination gets bigger. Each
time I write a new fic with a new idea, they just keep getting better or
better but if I have a bad week, life wise lol, the fic won’t be as great.
Now where I get my imagination and why I have an imagination such as
mine is unexplainable. Sure I may look for an answer for that but I’ll never find
it but I guess what I’ve just wrote and what you’ve just read had built
up to the fact that I can. But
I guess going through a lot in my life and have them reflect on the way I
look at life, makes me one of the better writers, I’ve been told, by my
parents, friends and a few people online.
So
that is the story behind it all and I know that some people were curious
about it and I know I’ve told a few people but I’d like to share it
because I think it would be good for those who do read my writing to know
what built up to this. So I
hope that I can continue to write, for myself and for others and never have
my imagination stop for any reason because it’s what God has given me, a
gift unlike many others, a gift for me to use, not to abuse.
-Trish