Before I start this blog post, I hope those who have died in the tragic earthquake in Turkey rest in peace and hope that they get the help they need.
I've always been a quite person. Even when I was a child, I did my best to avoid speaking. Now, I still try to be quite as much as I can.
I have always had an overactive imagination though. I like to dream about distant lands where dragons can speak English and people can breath fire. I like to think about what could possibly exist under my bed. My mind can never rest and I am always coming up with these stories. But I'm shy so I couldn't possibly tell these stories to people. I mess up my words and the stories seem to be so much better when they're written down.
Writing stories down is the best thing you could do with them. I could just keep them in my mind but eventually, I'll forget and if it's written down, others can read it, even after I've died.
If I write these stories down, it feels like they really do exist and I love picking them up again after a long time, to rediscover the worlds I've created.