Monday, August 22, 2011
It's hard to say.
But I think it's when my dad made a big deal over something dumb.
When I was probably 5 or 6, I created my own picture book, complete with illustrations. The story was ... not good. The art was worse.
But my dad paraded the thing around like I had written a Pulitzer Prize winner, and at six, I was too little to be embarrassed.
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August 23rd Update: I'm also going to be doing another blogfest (holy crap, ANOTHER ONE?), but I'm going to talk about it in more detail later in the week, so as to not take away from The Spark. Click here to find out more!