I have always wanted to write.
Or, maybe, I always wanted to tell stories and writing seemed like a good way to reach a lot of people with the same story.
It all began when I was eight years old and my family moved from the hustle and bustle of Vancouver to a small, rural community several hours away- new school, new friends, new everything. Back then my mom made a lot of our clothes and I didn’t own a single pair of jeans. I appreciated that fitting in was going to require more than just denim.
I received my first diary around that time and found joy in recording my daily happenings. At first it was mostly who I sat with at school, how I did in math and what my family ate for supper. It definitely evolved over the years and I still avidly write in my journals…
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