a bit about me
At age 5, I knew I wanted to be a writer.
Walls, coloring books, tables, the cat; nothing was safe from my pen and the many stories I had to tell.
Things have changed a lot since then. For one, I wear glasses now, and my handwriting has improved remarkably. But something always stayed the same: my passion for words, and my hatred of pickles.
(And my mom still doesn't like it when I write on the wall.)