I enjoyed writing as a kid, but reading was where I LIVED. I lived vicariously through the adventures, trials, ups, downs, failures, and successes of the real-life and fictional characters I read about. I learned life lessons alongside them. I cried with them. I rejoiced with them. The stories I read were my mentors and friends.
I've loved reading stories and even making them up for as long as I can remember, though I never shared them with anyone. One day, my mom gave me a writing assignment and instead of a research paper, which I hated writing, I wrote her a story. Until recently, that was the only story I ever shared.
Through my travels, all the scenery I saw, books I read, and things I imagined, it all got my mind going. I started writing more, still not sharing my stories with anyone other than my mom and younger sister. My mom kept asking me why I didn't share them. She didn't like my answer. I told her there was so much of myself in the stories that it was a terrifying thought to think of someone else reading them. Someone getting to know those deeper parts of me. No, thank you. My mom looked at me and said, "Kayla, God has given you a talent. Isn't it a sin to hide it?" Well, she had me there. I prayed about it and felt like God was prompting me to share my stories.
I fully believe that God can and will use my stories to touch people's lives. It is my prayer that He does... since He's the one who gave me these stories in the first place.