90's: Personal Narrative Fiction

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They say that the 90’s didn’t truly end until 2004. I am a huge proponent of that theory, since that would make me one of the cool, hip “90’s kids.” I grew up on old-school Spongebob, classic Disney Channel series like Phil of the Future and Lizzie McGuire, and lots and lots of Barbie PC games. When Hannah Montana ended in 2010, so did my childhood. And when that period of observation and absorption ended, my creative work began.

I’ve been writing fiction for ten years now. That sounds pretty impressive in theory, but it’s significantly less so once you know how I came to start writing. So here it goes: I was a die-hard cat person when I was a kid. Catlove5 (not terrible) and kittenluvr4lyf (oh, dear God) were just two of many usernames dedicated

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