When I was a kid I wanted to be all kinds of things, an astronaut, a lawyer, even a farmer. But one night my Mom and I were driving somewhere and she said she felt like she was falling asleep so she wanted me to talk to her to help keep her awake. I decided to tell her a story; it was completely made up right there on the spot. She said it was the coolest story she had ever heard, and I had a lot of fun coming up with it, so at that moment in the front seat of my Mom's gray Buick I decided I wanted to become a writer. After that I began with poetry and stories for my age, and to tell you the truth I don't remember how old I was at that time. Sometimes I would lock myself in my room just so I could write. Blasting my stereo to drown out my brothers many noises I would sit there for hours typing away on my typewriter or going through pen after pen and page after page. I always had extra things written for English assignments, and still have them in different places in case I ever need them again.
When I was 14 I even submitted a poem to a contest and was invited to go to a banquet and get published. At the time my Mom thought it was a scam so I had to let it go. Years later I submitted another couple of poems to the same place and they sent me another invitation and this time I at least decided to buy a book. I had a job so I had my own money and paid for it myself, and I still have it. There were many occasions where my parents wanted to go site seeing or to visit family and I would refuse to go so I could stay home and write. All throughout High School I had extra things written for all of my English classes. I even had a play that I tried submitting to the drama class, but since I didn’t take drama they couldn’t accept it.
I always wanted to be a writer of some kind, but after a while the dream faded and new dreams took its place in the spotlight. I went through lots of different dreams until I finally came back to writing. It started with a simple MySpace blog, then a group on Facebook, then my very own blog, and now, now I am creating a magazine. Well for now it’s an ezine, but one day I know it will turn into a full colored page Real Life magazine. Coincidently that’s the name of it too. J I never dreamed that when I told that story to my Mom when I was in 4th or 5th grade that less than twenty years later I would be creating my very own magazine with a book in the making as well. It just goes to show that no matter what you do if you keep dreaming sooner or later your dreams will come true!!
