When I wonder how I started writing I remember one scene from my childhood. I was in the yard. My older brother climbed a tree and fell on his head. I burst out laughing, then crying. When he came back to his senses, he told me he felt he had been falling from heaven. Then he showed me the roof of the house: "If you want to feel the same, jump off there". I climbed and jumped... I tried to shout. But my tongue could not move... Was that the first impulse to write?!