I was a paper boy, beginning the summer between my fourth-grade and fifth-grade years.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I was at a public school until I was in sixth grade when I moved to New York.
When I was about 12, I spent the summer writing four plays on my dad's old typewriter for a school play competition. And I wrote little comic bits at secondary school and at university.
The first time I can remember thinking that I would like to be a writer came in sixth grade, when our teacher Mrs. Crandall gave us an extended period of time to write a long story. I loved doing it. I started working seriously at becoming a writer when I was seventeen.
I started writing when I was about thirteen.
I started trying to write when I was in second or third grade.
I was the kind of kid who couldn't really stop making up stories during class. I didn't do very well academically because I was always drawing these little doodles in the margins of my notebooks and I wasn't bringing home the best grades.
I was an elementary school teacher.
I moved in fourth grade in the middle of the school year, and I was the new kid in school.
I was working probably at the age of 10, when I had my first paper route. I had every different kind of job you could possibly imagine as a young kid.
I wrote my first piano piece when I was in 4th grade.