Things I Wish I Didn't Lose

It's been a few years now since I've actually picked up a pen and paper to write. It was my passion so long ago to become something of an author. It all started with a fun group I created with my cousins that just expanded to something more. I was about 8 or 9 when we created "The Mystery Kids" and would create our own stories. Yeah we copied a lot from Scooby Doo, but as kids we didn't know any better. When I was in second grade, I would write our adventures down and actually found our main antagonist from reading the name off a toilet seat that was made of old newspaper headlines. As I got older, so did the stories and my Aunt Cindy told me that we are growing up and should be known as "The Mystery Teens". I thought it was a great idea and the only big story I wrote ended up with my cousin who was in love with the stories. I think it was a 150 page story by the time I was finished with it and granted it wasn't the greatest read in the world but it was my own creation. My cousin thought it was amazing so he got the only copy, where it is now I have no idea. But my passion grew from that to writing somewhat more "soap opera" like stories and I so wanted to be a writer on "Days of our Lives". My first attempt was a story called "The Lonestar Cafe" loosely based on the Beach Pit off of the original 90210. All the characters were people I knew at the time and the stories were based off of actual events but twisted for more story. I had the character backgrounds, the plot lines for each chapter, and even pictured it playing on TV. Alas, I hit 19 and the story to this day has never been finished. I knew how I wanted the story to go, but never could finish it. I dabbled in poetry a little, but it was more my thoughts written down on paper which I guess is what poetry really is. The bear is always giving me shit because they didn't always rhyme, and I thought to myself "I'm not fucking Dr. Suess." I would write a title and follow it up with words the reflected the title. I also wrote short stories mainly about things that just popped in my head. To this day, I wish I could go back and just write, but life got in the way and permanent writer's block hit, more like the passion was gone. I suppose it is apart of growing up and leaving dreams behind. I still have my poetry, short stories, and the unfinished novel that I look back on and read from time to time just to see if I can spark the interest again. Maybe someday.