I kept diaries from about age 9 until well into my twenties. My five year middle school journal is my favorite for all its comedic gems. If I strain hard enough I can see the beginnings of a romance writer, or I could’ve just been the typical, boy-crazy ten year old.
Like any romantic, I loved me some Moonlighting. When I was 8 years old, I had my bedtime extended so I could watch the full hour. You can almost feel my desperation:
And then there was the ultimate romantic 80s movie, Dirty Dancing. Was it really a cliff hanger?
A random musing by a child seeking excitement:
Then there was my obsession with boys. I wrote about boys Every. Single. Day:
I was already formulating romantic story lines:
But, sadly the boys didn’t like me back and no one danced with me at school dances:
It wasn’t all bad:
Another boy, another obsession, a couple years later. My flair for the dramatic noticeably increased.
In conclusion, the roots of my obsession with everything romance was apparent from a very early age.