I grew up in a simple world where I played outside; running and hiding, talking openly to people, shooting pot guts, exploring caves, and generally looking for ways to exploit my imagination.
My father abandoned us when I was very young, and I don’t know him to this day. I was raised by my mother and my sister, who did the best with what we had. I’m grateful for the struggles I had. They made me stronger.
I’ve always loved reading and writing. My favorite subjects in school were those that allowed me to be creative. AP English held a special place in my heart, for example. My teacher, (can’t remember his name), was very hard on me. At the time I didn’t think I needed anyone else to be hard on me. I didn’t understand it. Now, I realize that he saw something in me, and wasn’t going to be satisfied with anything less than the best I had to offer. We need more people like that.
The phrase “the pen is mightier than the sword” always fascinated me. I got what it meant, but I wanted to be able to wield that pen. And that is harder than it looks. So, now I’m writing again, all these years later. I’m taking a risk, and sharing myself with the world.