I grew up in a small town in South Central Pennsylvania. My family was and still is a bunch of goofballs. We didn’t have much , but we had plenty of laughter. I was never as much of an avid reader as my mom, but if I got drawn into a book it was like I was living it. In hindsight, I wish I would have seen that as the spark to start writing earlier, but alas I was young and dumb. I do however remember being in grade school and struggling to keep a short story short. My teacher thought my writing showed promise, and that always stuck with me even when writing was the furthest thing from my life goals. It’s funny how something like that can stick with you for decades.