When i was a child i was exposed to the movie Jaws. I'd sit on the diving board and look down in fear that "Jaws" swam in those waters. My mind could make any shape or form look like some shark or water monster. Not only was i scared of jumping off a diving board into my "death" but when i went swimming in a lake or just a deep pool id jump in and frantically get out. I'd clench onto the tube as we flew over the water behind the boat. Once in awhile i would turn around just to see if Jaws fin was sticking out of the water right behind us as it chased after us. To this day im still a little scared of swimming in dark or dirty water. I won't let my feet touch the bottom of a lake or anything. To this day i still am cautious of Jaws.

Roxy: Well that was fun. Will you be working tomorrow?
Rick: Yes, of course. We have our meeting tomorrow.
Roxy: Oh... I love those meetings.
Rick: ...Yea, what times your curfew?
Roxy: Eleven thirty, i have to get up early in the morning to do some homework
Rick: Yea i gotta get home soon and put the kids to bed. Its only ten though should i just drop you off at Kaitlens?
Roxy: Yeah that sounds good.
Rick: You really are an amazing girl ya know.
Roxy: Thanks. Your the only person that makes me feel good about myself.
Rick: Which is sad because everyone is created equal.
Roxy: Well everyone around here is so judgemental
Rick: I know, i know. You just have to ignore it and know for yourself that your on this world for a reason and you have a purpose here.
Roxy: True, true.
(Car stops infront of Kaitlens house)
Rick: Well Ill see you tomorrow Roxy.
Roxy: mmkay, thanks Rick.
(Roxy gets out and Kaitlen opens the door as Rick drives off)
Kaitlen: Who was that?
Roxy:..Rick.

SIGNS

She wept as she stood over her sons cold, dead body. It was only a year ago hat he graduated from rehab after he over dosed on heroin. He was doing great when he moved back in at home. He got a job, started going back to school, cleaned up really well. Why would my son do this to himself? Or how could he do all this to himself on his own?

I had a wild imagination when i was a kid... still do actually. I started writing stuff when i had to write a short story back in the third grade. I began writing notes to my parents when i was mad at them, writing in a journal, writing book reports, and talks for primary.
I write because i want to remember and share what I've learned from people. I want people to learn and remember me. I want to inspire people as well as entertain them. I want people to know what i see around me. I want to share my imagination with others.
Because i want to write, i read, to be a better writer, to learn from others, and to see the world through someone elses eyes. I read to write and i write to read.