Den of Vampires

I believe I was in First Grade when I wrote my first ever story. It was just several simple sentences, barely strung together, and scrawled messily onto a piece of plain notebook paper. The story was about my family and how they were actually vampires. I listed off all the usual traits; pale flesh, sharp fangs, craving blood, everything. Strangely enough, I mentioned my family members being vampires, but not a word of myself being one. Apparently, it was just them, haha. I honestly have no idea what gave me the idea. My parents and siblings were ordinary people; they were kind, loving, and protective. But, 7-year-old me was convinced I was surrounded by a family of vampires. In retrospect, it's probably a good thing my teacher never saw the story. I have a feeling I might've been sent to therapy for that one, or at least questioned for it. Despite how strange and random this story was, I'm still grateful for it. It was my first real encounter with writing, and you could argue it was what made me want to write more. Sometimes, I look back at that story, and smile, thinking of how it may have lead me to where I am now.