Attack of the Writer's Block Gnomes
Before I could talk, I held a crayon, showing my parents stories of my day in colorful scribbles.
Before I could walk, I scribbled stories of far away places, (i.e. the stream behind my house) that held secret homes for faries and spirits.
By day, my home became a kingdom amongst kingdoms, and I became a scribe dutifully bound to recording every single moment.
In night's darkness, I hummed along with the stars' songs, and listened to peepers serenade one another.
There was never a time where I was not known as a storyteller. As I grew, so did my imagination. I excelled in Creative Writng classes and could contend with the best in English Literature. Today, I stand with two Bachelor's degrees, in English and Broadcast Communications, ready for the next grand adventure my pen would take me.
Tomorrow, only the heavens know what the ink-laden path holds before me.