I vividly remember being 14. That was the age when I started to get happy: I started being a writer and stopped being a loser.

When I write about a 15-year old I jump I return to the days when I was that age. It's like a time machine. I can remember everything. I can feel the wind. I can smell the air. Very actually. Very vividly.

Memory in youth is active and easily impressible in old age it is comparatively callous to new impressions but still retains vividly those of earlier years.