I begin

I feel like David Copperfield.

I begin.

Right.

I began a long time ago. My mother and father saw to that.

But I don't think I fully realized who I was until I had been around for a long time.

I remember one day scribbling away when I realized what I was writing would, by the world in which I lived, be considered out of kilter.

The kind of thoughts that sometimes make people give me a puzzled look.

That was the day I was really born.

I scribble, therefore I am.