i remember, when i was 10 years old, during lunch break, i'd recount my dreams to my classmates. dreams that were detailed, long and vivid. some were real. others were fabricated. and that was how i became a storyteller.
when i was 8 or 9, i started playing "bote-bote." i collected all the used bottles in our house -- from alcohol to shampoo to nail polish. and then, i assigned names and characters to these bottles. alcohol was named al. he was the eldest brother. his siblings were perfumes, shampoo, nail polish, lipstick. and i'd start my game with all of them waking up and going to work or school, depends on the character i assigned to them. and then i'd spend hours playing on how they'd live their lives, what the problems they were facing, and how they would solve each problem.
looking back, i realized i am still doing the "bote-bote" game now. with my scripts. i'd still create characters, assign name and personalities to them, give them problems and see how they solve them. but instead of the alcohol, perfume and shampoo bottles, they are now real people. artists. celebrities.