My Inner Voice
When I was a small child, my Grandmother used to read me bedtime stories. She was a wonderful woman, full of imagination. She just made them up as she went along and created this fantasy world. She spurred in me the love for stories.
As a young girl, I enjoyed reading and writing a lot. I used to subscribe to a book club about horse books, and then I would read them all the way through as soon as they arrived in my mailbox. The stories I enjoyed the most were the stories where the horse was the main character, and where we could see the world through his/her eyes.