Everyone Has a Story

Sitting at the kitchen table I slowly, traced my fingers across the page carefully sounding out each word. I was reading! I was five years old. Was it hours? Was it moments? Time stood still for me then. A whole world opened for me that afternoon when I first broke through the code of the written word. The World of Storytelling! From that moment I have been obessed with reading.

Yes, I did read by flashlight under my covers. When my father would come to confiscate the flashlight in the wee hours I obediently handed it over only to wait a few moments, and pull out another. Why sleep when one can read?

At the age of 12 a new world of Storytelling was introduced to me… Photography. When the shutter clicks time again stands still for me. Possibilities of adventure, new worlds, experiences, visions beckon.

Everyone has a story to tell. This is mine.