I was just sitting there placidly, playing with my toys, and the words started grabbing me, just like white noise, 7 years old, pen glued to my palm, poetry's possesion, manifesting in my heart, it wasnt long till i was scrawling, night and morning, mum said i was writing way before i was talking, poetry found me, and spoke to me profoundly, made me aware of what was going on around me, told me i must write, if im ever to be free, and twenty odd years on, im still as free as can be...