As a child, I carried a wild imagination, spinning stories from raindrops and shadows. for my twelfth birthday, my parents gave me a typewriter, saying, “for your stories, so the world can see them.” That day lit something in me. Twenty-two years and nine books later, I still return to that single moment, the gift that ignited it all. This word is for the spark that started my life’s fire, the proof that sometimes one small act can change everything.