Many years ago, in a small town in Texas....

... there was a tomboyish girl who loved playing outdoors barefoot, climbing trees and wading in streams. She constantly had skinned knees from riding her bike downhill with no hands, sometimes catching bugs in her mouth on the way. And all the time she played, she was dreaming, imagining stories.

 

When she wasn't playing, she was curled up on the sofa with an apple, reading. Her favorite stories were folk tales and fairy tales, which taught her that a scruffy, unimportant person might turn out to be a prince or princess in disguise. They taught her that courage and kindness were much more valuable than wealth or acclaim.

 

These stories shone a light into the deepest places of her heart, showing her there was more to life than what she saw around her. The girl knew exactly what she wanted to be when she grew up - a writer, someone who could weave magical stories for other children.