My writing extends back to my childhood.  I would spend hours in the library dreaming about places to travel to and people I would meet.  Being an Army brat and sitting in the backseat of my parent's Rambler station wagon just daydreaming about what was going on in the houses or fields that we saw out our window and wondering about the many stores that lay on the inside.
  When I was in Junior High school, I would write stories for one of my sisters who was in college.  I used to love how she would edit the stories for me and send them back.  But just like everything that happens in life, you grow, you get busy and your love fades for a while.  Then out of the blue, that love of telling stories emerges again like a Pheonix rising from the ashes.  So, this is me and why I love telling stories.