My mother was very pregnant on the Halloween of 2001 when she went into labor. She spent 2 crucial painful days in labor then finally had me. I spent the first few years of my life glued to her in awe for she was a hero to me, and still is. After that though I begun school, so I was off reading everything I could get my hands on; I remember my hands feeling the pages and smelling the old books when i was about six. Don't ask me why i did, but I did and it, I'm not going to lie, loved it. So now I try my best at home, school, and at my passion of writing.
