a thirteen year old author

I used to love to write... But somewhere along the way I was hit by the seriousness of life, the requirements of genre, and my desire to please various teachers and people whom I respected. And my writing lost its edge. Got boring. Wonder if I am able to dig out this thirteen year old, fearless, genre-mixing author, who made people think, laugh or even cry at times. Like a turtle she hid somewhere inside herself, waiting for a safe time to get back out there... well, its been more than a decade. Maybe the time is now?