My favourite memory is of my grandad making up the most random bedtime story - I say "story" because even though it was a completely different story every night, he always insisted he was continuing where he left off the night before. It never made sense, but I loved it. Looking back, I'm certain that's where my love of writing and making up my own stories stems from. I was always thinking up stories and characters in my head, and writing them down. Even though I've lost the stories I wrote throughout the years, I never lost my love of writing. Now, I want to share my writing with others.