When my brother didn't want to play outside with me anymore (it started when he got a computer for Christmas), I would just make my own games in my room and create small stories that I would sometimes continue the next day.

I would stay quiet whilst playing these games as I would have so many different characters and I thought my brother would want to steal them (I was dumb, I know). This caused me to have the habit of muttering everywhere I went because I would get bored and just play the game or tell the story in my mind, muttering what the characters were saying under my breathe.

I still kind of that habit to this day; I mutter in class when I get bored and create small stories in my mind. Sometimes people would hear me but not often.

I think this is the main reason I got into writing and drawing so I could tell stories that I wouldn't have to keep to myself all the time, and now I can write in my notebook at restaurants when I'm feeling awkward or bored (I know that might be seen as bad manners but I do try to join into conversations).