This Writing Life - In a Time before Words

I'm told I never stopped talking when I was small, except for when I went to sleep. According to my Granddad I even used to sing with my eyes closed.

Of course, when I write this I mean when I was very, very small. I'm talking about the time before I could talk. My mother and my big brother understood me, or so they say. But they mustn't have thought what they heard was very important--they never wrote it down.

I should ask them sometime how long it took me to learn to say real words. I know I took forever to learn to write. But I'm guessing in those earliest days I was telling my tales to my toys, dreaming dreams perhaps of when I got big. Or maybe I hoped to stay small, telling stories forever...