When I was ten years old, I wanted to be a writer. Actually, my oldest memories of “what I want to be when I grow up” involved telling stories. I started reading when I was three or four. I read Alice in Wonderland, Doctor Doolittle, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, and books of fairy tales. As I grew up, I broadened my horizons. I read all kinds of fiction and non-fiction. But all that time I dreamed about writing my own stories. I wanted to give back. All those books and stories took me to other worlds, worlds where magic worked, worlds where you never knew what you were going to find around the next corner.