I first ran away to sea when I was 3 years old. My mother caught me as I was boarding the bus to downtown Winnipeg.
As a young lad I loved telling stories and terrorized my older brother and sister with tales of the menagerie I had in the basement. For a short time I had the whole basement and all the toys to myself. One day my mother wouldn't let us outside and told us to play in the basement. My older brother and sister went as far as the top step and wouldn't go down the basement. When my mother asked why they told her. A few minutes later my mother was swinging a broom and chasing my menagerie out of the basement.
In school I was a little bit of a challenge for most of my teachers. One of them commented in my report card that I was loquacious. She made me look it up in the dictionary. My parents weren't impressed with the comment.
I finally ran away to sea for real when I was 17. I served 12 years in the Canadian Navy. I loved being out on the ocean. The storms, the sunsets, the sunrises, the fog and the marine life touched me and made me think about the wonder of life.
I quit writing for a long time and then couldn't handle not writing. I may not be a very good writer but the one thing that has carried me through the ups and downs of life is writing.
If you want to be a writer the best advice I can give you is to write... EVERY DAY! When you have written something you like take the plunge and publish it. Don't fear the critics because you won't get better until you get criticized.