What’s the first creative moment you remember?
She asked, leaning forward clasping her hands under her chin, a bemused smile stretched across her lips.
I kept seeing the Cheshire Cat and envisioned a fluffy tail dancing in the background.
I looked around the room and everyone seemed to be staring at the same invisible spot. Equally stumped by the question.
My first memory is certainly not my first creative moment. Although there is something poetic about running away from home at the age of three and having your Grandmother chase you with a wooden spoon. I made it all the way to the railway tracks, at least 10 blocks away from our house before I was dragged back and to the hospital, where my brother had just been born.
The first time I wrote that story out in full detail, was the first time I knew I wanted to be a writer.
Does that count?
Or would it be the first time I made art on my own; ceramic finger puppets. The most practical thing ever. Way better than a pet rock. Although equally dense.
Or what about the made up figure skating routines, the first play I performed in.
This is going to take some time. I’ll get back to you.
What about you, what’s the first creative moment you remember?