When I turned six, a boy a year younger than me gave me a handmade birthday card. I told him birds and clouds don’t really look like that.
Also, I wasn't really sure how the black birds on pink paper motif had any relevance to celebrating another year of maturity. It all seemed sort of random. I wasn’t trying to be mean; I just thought he might like to know.
It is very, very hard to switch to being an author when you’re a critic at heart.