I think that childhood is one of the relatively few times in our lives when poetry surrounds us, and so it makes sense that that’s when I started writing my own. At that point, I was pretty obsessed with rhyme, and it came much more easily than it does now, probably because so much of what I was reading and singing and memorizing was rhymed. The first poem I remember writing was a very long piece about Christmas, which I then typed up, decorated with holiday-themed clip art and printed out to give as gifts in fourth grade — my very first broadside. I spoke with my fourth grade teacher not so long ago, and she told me she still has it framed in her house. She probably has the only extant copy.