I've been writing since I was three. Which was before I could even read.
The short version of the story is: I was walking outside at the Turku Cathedral park here in Finland. A police rode into the park - which was the first time I ever saw a horse.
According to my mother I was already climbing halfway up the horse's leg when she caught me. She then showed me how to give the horse candy (to keep the treat in the palm of my hand so the horse wouldn't accidentally munch my fingers) and I'll forever remember how soft the horse's lips were.
Ever since then I have loved horses. (I wanted to take that police horse home, but mother used the excuse we had no balcony to put it on. I wasn't quite convinced.)
And what does this have to do with writing before I could read? Well - when we got home I did not know the alphabet yet, but I wanted to tell a story about horses. So I took my crayons and drew a cartoon story of horses. It was about a young foal who had to leave its parents. I was quite convinced about my story being excellent and cried buckets because it was so sad.
Ever since that day I have told stories and painted. First mostly horses and other animals, later other subjects as well.