On this date, some number of years ago, I came into this world kicking and screaming. I don’t remember it myself, but I am told by credible sources that I was about as noisy as a normal baby.
Since then, I have been exploring this great world of ours and dreaming of others. My mother is an avid reader – a trait I have stolen whole sale from her. I however was not content to just sit back and let others do all the work. My first foray into fiction writing came in second grade and the weekly journal assignment. No one told me I couldn’t make up the things I wrote in there – well not until I landed in the school councilor’s office. Fortunately it didn’t take much to convince her that I was just an imaginative child.