I grew up in a prison city with parents who attempted to make their home an underground railroad route for the artistic, dramatic, sarcastic. I believe myself to be one of the more quiet elements, though I have been told otherwise.
My mother is a writer, and some of my first memories of her are at that blue green typewriter. So I was a writer before I could write. My parents would staple pages together for me and I would draw pictures. Then explain the plot so they could write it down.
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