MY STORY

Growing up, I loved how different sounding words danced on the page in a manner so elegant that I couldn't look away. My teachers fed me books by the spoonful due to the school's curriculum, but during the summer, my mother hardily indulged my literary appetite. By my teenage years, I was reading books grade levels ahead of my peers and writing my own stories. The hunger I had for reading, writing, and literary comprehension was so high that when I went to college, I knew I had to major in English. It was a no-brainer. Now, I want to write not about a fictional world, but the world around me.