When I was a young girl naive and new to the world

                   I was shy and did not understand the beauty of being naive and young.

                     I had few friends and was late bloomer compared to all the other girls

                   and I could not learn to read. For me it was just words upon a page or a

                   single word or phrase. I can remember staying up real late with my mother

           reading sentences over and over. Hoping it would stick or I would grasp the hidden secret

              behind it all. One day I did get it and it was like a whole new world was open for me to

         explore. These were just not words upon a page but stories filled with emotion and passsion.

           I spent countless hours after that day reading stories and poems. Involving heros, villians,

              love, and loss. And reading inspired me to do a wonderful thing by showing me I could

            expresss myself. And those words upon a page than became my dreams, ambitions, and

               emotions. Allowing myself to be free and share how I felt with others. Like they had

                 graciously done with me. And now these words upon a page have become my lfe.