I tell people I've only been writing for three years, but that's when I started writing my first novel. Actually, I think I fell in love with writing back in the 9th grade. I just never pursued it. Probably because all my other writing assignments were research papers – and I really hate research papers!
My 9th grade English class had an assignment to write a short story. Mine was titled "It Was One of Those Weeks", about a boy who has bad luck all week long.
Even at the age of 14 (oh my God – 40 years ago!!), I wrote from the male POV (apparently, I found it easier to write those then, too). It was a fun, humorous story. The teacher loved it. Some of the kids thought the dialogue was stiff, but if I had had someone read it ahead of time, I'm sure I would have fixed that before turning it in.
I loved writing that story – heck, I loved the story. I'm pretty sure I still have it somewhere, too (the fact I couldn't throw it out should have been a clue – but I never claimed to be THAT smart). Of course, if I went searching, I would end up spending (wasting) hours reminiscing over all my crap. And then, if I read it, I might be disappointed.
Maybe some things are best left to my memory.