Writer.

When I was a child, I always wanted to be a writer.  When I was four or five, my father bought me a notebook with a teddy bear cover and would sit and be my scribe so my stories could be retained on paper.  As I grew older, I wanted to write more about the things that surrounded me, but my words could never do any of my observations justice.  They never seemed to fit right on the page.  I suppose I came to the conclusion that forms of self-expression don’t really work like that.  When it comes to words, you have to just feel and let them flow from the soul.