I love stories, I have since I was a kid. It wasnt the writing that caught my attention but the doorway into someones imagination that a story provides. I fell in love with the idea of living in a false reality and for a short time being able to be whatever I wanted. One moment im a swashbuckling pirate and the next I am thief that lives in the woods and steals from the rich and gives to the poor.
I am 17, I have been with my beautiful girlfriend for just over a year now and I have been able to read since the age of two. Music, books and movies have had a massive impact on my life.
I have lived on my own and taken care of myself since I was 13, living of the streets was hard, I had no guidance and had to work out everything for myself. It wasnt until I picked up my books that i could escape into a magical place.
I dont just love reading and writing...
I owe it my life..
