Hello to Summer!

Summer is...

Here's Why

I watched the rain trickle down the window in dancing streams. It was a typical November day and we were on our way to Georgia for Thanksgiving. I looked back down at the stack of lined paper in my lap and the few words written there, the ink still drying. I was eleven years old and for the first time I realized how much I loved stories. I knew then that I had a story to tell and that someday and somehow I would share it with other people.