In first grade, my teacher gave us a writing assignment that was supposed to be a full page long. A full page! Our little first grade fingers weren't yet conditioned to write that extensively. While the rest of my class struggled to crank out the assignment, I sat back, stunned. I'd finished the assignment -- at two pages. Front and back. My classmates were so amazed they passed my papers around, baffled that one of them could write so much.
Thus my writing obsession was born.
Since then, not a lot has changed. I still write more than anyone should (though it never seems to be enough). I still dream of people awing and oogling over my work (who doesn't?). What's different is that now I'm twenty years old, a junior at university, and writing far longer things.