The day began with Martie–our wonderful guide–telling her joke about the three guys who go to Heaven and ended with a jazzy dinner at Murphy’s, but somewhere in the middle came the movie Snow Dogs.
When I was young, I watched Snow Dogs countless times while at my great-grandma’s house, but watching it again–over a decade later–with a coach full of people ranging in age was an amazing experience.
It may not seem like it when you, probably sleepy, first get on the coach early in the morning, but the entire bus becomes something like a family. It starts on the ride to your destination and solidifies during breakfasts at the hotel and the activities that you do throughout the trip.
And sometimes you have a movie and nostalgia to help make the bus feel a little bit like home.
I've been writing stories since I was 5. My first book was "Turtle Salad"--I wrote and illustrated it. I was horrified because Sally the Turtle ate a fish.
When I was 8, I wrote to JK Rowling to offer some ideas for the Harry Potter series. Her assistant wrote me back, saying that Rowling only hopes to inspire young readers, not to take their ideas. While I totally understand now, I was pissed then. I vowed to become a better writer than JK Rowling. I've been working toward it ever since.
Now, I'm a 21-year-old sometimes-poet studying writing and French at the University of Mount Union. My work has appeared in the University of Mount Union's Agora and Calliope, Hiram College's Echo, the University of Miami's Mangrove, the Lala, Popular Culture Studies Journal, and the Cleveland Magazine.