At some point, we all grow up. We put our dolls in old cardboard boxes and our toy cars sit in old cupboards to remain untouched. They are left in the past to only remain as memories, little checkpoints in life to remind us where we were before we got to where we are. This will happen to our lives now, too. We’ll put our sketchbooks on the shelf to gather dust. We’ll leave our first car in our parents yard, just to watch the windows fog up and the tires to be coated in moss. We’ll leave our childhood bedrooms and never return to them. We’ll say goodbye to our loved ones and never see them again. No matter what, though, they will stain our minds and our lives. They’ll be remembered as the building blocks that got us here. I can only hope my time here on this platform can be one of your building blocks. I can only hope that you’ll pass my name in the grocery store, perhaps even take the time to pick it up and glance at the cover or read the logline. If you don’t, then maybe your children will. Perhaps your spouse, perhaps your co-worker, perhaps your best friend, and I can only hope that they take the time to give the love to it like you all did to my stories. These four years, though short, have been incredible. If you’ve been here since my old FNaF daycare attendant fanfiction, or you read my old YB tales, even if you’re only glancing at this page during your search for the perfect read, thank you for reading. I will be leaving Wattpad to move on to bigger works, to what I hope I can one day call my career, and I don't think I could've done it without all of you.
