When I was young and read at least two books a week, I wanted to be a writer. But I didn't have much experience.  I called on my imagination to write.  I culled others' experiences and mixed them up with imagination for fiction.  As I began to build experience, I wasn't sure I wanted to open my life up to others by making my experiences public. I think about experiences in different areas: family, childhood, work, travel, relationships, friendships, love, romance, children, entertainment, playing, education, mentors.  I think of errors, solecisms, falsehoods, lies . . . the truth.  I think of the experience of wanting what I can't have, the experiences of getting what I want. Recently I was thinking of the experience of boredom.  Fortunately, I rarely have to experience boredom any more.  Said Dorothy Parker:  "The cure for boredom is curiosity.  There is no cure for curiosity."   A lot of Firsts derive from curiosity, and those experiences aren't always ones that lead to a craving for a Second.  ("I wish I hadn't done that." "Why did I do that?!") But curiosity also led to experiences I would not trade.