Born in the 70’s, I’ve forgiven my mother for the haircut she kept me in during my formative years. The 80’s were spent staying up late at night with a book hidden under my Smurfs sleeping bag, or with a book while stretched out on the back seat of the minivan, driving across Kansas for vacation.
Finally grew out my perm for the 90’s and gave grunge an honest try. As for books, I was pleasantly surprised by most of the classics I was required to read for high school. Still love 1984.
Before I went to college, I decided that trying to be an author was a silly career move and decided to study French and German in the middle of the United States, instead. Got a ticket to Switzerland, met the love of my life and started a family. Now that I’ve come to my senses about writing, I’m returning to a university in the middle of Switzerland for a degree in English literature. Because life is funny like that.
And I think this whole thing was supposed to be in 3rd person. Dang it.