Well, to start somewhere...I'm the middle child in my family, I'm extremely shy in person, but I'm open with close friends. I didn't originally like to read, in fact I hated it. But I was forced to read and eventually fell in love with it. My older sister used to tell me that I devoured books and that I had no life. I decided that writing was my calling in the 6th grade when my english teacher allowed me to explore my creative capacity. My dream is to become a sucessful author, but I'm not holding my breath in such a liberal field. But if it did happen, I'd probably scream and faint from happiness. No joke.