I wrote some super-short short stories when I was little, most of them were assignments but I was proud of them at the time. I think the first one was something I wrote for my aunt about a cat named Cat who had six kittycats. =P I included an illustration. Then in third grade we had to write two stories. One was a sort of mythological explanation for how the stars became stars...I barely remember what my story was =/ and the other was about a leprauchan and a misplaced shoe and for some reason that I can't remember, it was a huge deal...I wish I could find them, I'd probably get a laugh out of it now.
Then in fourth grade we had to submit poems for this little kids anthology book thing, and I got so upset because my parents didn't approve of my poem. They said that 'embers' wasn't a word and they thought that it was silly to write about winter or something. So my dad basically wrote a poem about gymnastics, which I wasn't even that dedicated to, and that one got published but I hated it. And I got an essay published in a similar little kids anthology thing too...it was about my cousin.
Some of my poems got published in my high school's literary magazine, I'd say mainly because my teacher was in charge of it...they were about two sisters, mona lisa, and my broken family...and I tried to write some more short stories and poems for prize money but didn't have any luck there...I also attempted to write a novel and didn't get very far.
I think this is the most writing that I've done in a year...I got published in the school paper which was nice, and just write a lot of things for myself and sometimes show them to my friends who like to read and write. And I wrote a 10-minute play for class about a boy who finds out that he's adopted in a very silly way. It was fun, because we staged bits of everyone's plays.
I told myself that I'd write alot more, especially since I'm on vacation right now. I have some ideas floating around, but I'm slacking and will probably forget about them.