As a child, I read so much that my dad hid my books to get me back into a little sunshine. Once I got into middle school, my frustration grew with how almost every book I read ended the wrong way. I thought, "I could have come up with a better ending than that!" Then it hit me, why shouldn't I? In high school, my creative writing teacher introduced me to poetry. It is my (stabalizing) outlet. But I love getting lost in a story... or just daydreaming it up in hopes of someday getting it down.