With no effort whatsoever-- my imagination took off. I could see everything she read. The wonderful peach tree, the hill, ladybug, the caterpillar...it was all right there in front of me. It was more than magical. It was a gift she provided without even realizing.
I published my first short story when I was 39, and my first novel when I was 45. I would never have been able to write what I wrote without the life experiences that forty-five years had given me.
Now, I have no idea who wrote this list or how old it is, but I'd like you to read through it and give yourself a score.