I believe that my passion for writing began when I was in the fourth grade.
No, wait, it was second grade.
Yes, it was first grade,
I recall writing my own story for the very first time in first grade. It was a Harry Potter fanfiction. It was typed on the computer in yellow font. It was a masterpiece. That story is gone, lost on some old hard drive (or perhaps I never even saved it. I was, after all, six). I do remember the plot, however.
[Let me set the scene by saying that I imagined Harry and Ron are in a dark corridor, with eerie lighting.]
Harry and Ron were walking when Harry asked, “Where’s Hermione?” and Ron said, “I don’t know.” Then, a voice from behind them said, “I’m here!” But Harry and Ron realized that it was not Hermione, but actually Voldemort.
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