I grew up in a small, tight-knit town in New Jersey, born in the late 1970s to young parents who were still trying to find their footing in life. Both emotionally and financially, they faced ongoing struggles that inevitably shaped the environment in which I was raised. Our home life was often unpredictable, marked by uncertainty and a lack of resources, and from an early age, I learned to navigate the complexities of a world that seemed to demand resilience before I truly understood what the word meant. While many children were wrapped in the comforts of routine and security, my reality was one of constant adaptation and emotional endurance. Yet, amid all the instability and hardship, I discovered a powerful refuge in my imagination. Whether I was losing myself in books, inventing stories, or creating entire worlds in my mind, the realm of imagination became more than just an escape—it was a lifeline, a place where I could be in control, dream freely, and find solace in possibilities that extended far beyond my immediate circumstances.
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