Before I ever understood how children learn, I understood the pull of a story.
Growing up, I was always creating characters, writing little stories, and imagining worlds that felt almost real enough to step inside. I loved stuffed animals, tiny details, adorable things, and the quiet magic of giving something a name, a personality, and a place to belong.
As I grew older, that part of me became quieter. I followed a path centered around children, education, and development, while the world and character designer in me slowly slipped into the background.
It was my husband who reminded me that she was still there.
His encouragement brought me back to the things I had always loved: creating characters, dreaming up settings, and building worlds filled with wonder.
And little by little, the two parts of me found each other again.
The educator understood how children learn.
The storyteller knew how to make them want to step closer.