Writing has and always will be more than a passion for me. I started writing little stories as a child and in school I won several class prizes for my imaginative tales. My love for writing and creating the worlds in my head only grew as I did. Though, life, as it does, quickly changed courses. For whatever reasons, I gave up on writing. I wasn't good. No one would want to read anything I had to say. My stories almost always found its way to the wastebasket the very next day. It wasn't until I got married to the love of my life, moved to a bigger city, found a good job, and met the group of people I now call my best friends, that I realized my hidden potential of actually being an author. Many times I wonder where I'd be had this chain of events not happened. And many times I try not to. And here I am now, 24 years old. Healthy, Happy, and Loved. Sure, I dream of my books, short stories and name becoming household. But, if that doesn't happen, I'll still be the luckiest boy in the world- my world.