I fell in love with stories underneath a comforter spotted with violet blossoms. I fell in love with tales at bedtime of Belle in her enchanted library and Lady and the Tramp sharing a plate of spaghetti. I fell in love with the rainy day antics of a cat in a striped hat and a little fish with rainbow scales. Between those lines and those countless pages, I fell in love with the magic a simple story could bring to my imagination.
And at the ripe young age of six, someone put a pencil in my hand and a belief in my head that I could craft a story of my own by simply writing it down on sheets of blue-lined notebook paper.