Do you want to make fun of my old writing?

(god forbid you've been watching me for years and remember these...)

I tried writing a book in plenty boring math classes as a kid. Sometimes I wrote one neat sentence, sometimes it was pages of drivel.
As art brought single moments frozen to life, writing brought whole scenes, people and worlds to life. It was beautiful.
I wrote the same premises, the same interactions, endlessly. For every word I managed to get on the page, I had envisoned it at every possible angle. I felt proud.

This would be wonderful if my writing didn't suck! In sixth grade I lied on wikihow about having an IQ of 160 because I couldn't imagine myself NOT being the peak of humanity... good times.