Imagine a rough day at school. The bully on the playground, the popular girls teasing your outfits, or you made a mistake that you got in trouble. All you want to do is run. Run to a place you can't think or feel. Run to a place to cry. 

 

For me, it was a river nearby. It had a large rock where I could sit, lay, or cry through the feelings as the sounds of the river took it all away. In the sun, rain, snow, or wind, I could sit there and listen to the sounds of the water. It was there that I found my voice.

 

Silver River, I called it in a poem when I was young, and the sounds of water help me to this day. It made me first want to be a children's book author.