The Maze Game: The Art Of Writing

One of my earliest memories is of my friends and me, age nine, in the woods, holding tree branches and pretending to fight monsters. We called it the Maze Game: each person chose a rock, leaf, or some other token to be their figure, and placed it in a labyrinth made of twigs. Each person would alternate between acting as the narrator, the in-game characters, and the enemies. Because we were homeschooled, we had the opportunity to devote time to such shenanigans; we made our own fun out of whatever we could find in the house, outside, and at the Dollar Store.
As I grew older, I channeled my creativity into other outlets; I learned carpentry, how to play as many instruments as I could get my hands on, and eventually, the art of writing. While