I was born in the city of Woonsocket. The word Woonsocket means “Thundering Mist” in the language of the people that used to live here. My family was somewhat close-knit, though my brother and eldest sister weren’t terribly close to me. I loved school, and in second grade, I remember thinking that it just keeps getting easier. My teenage years were as awkward as most everybody else’s, although I never really went through most of the destructive phases most young men do. I always liked creating things; stories, art work, music, and more. Life went on, and eventually I grew up and lots of things happened. To truncate the story, I met my future wife and started writing. I write partially for fun, but mostly because of my creative urges. I haven’t been published often, but I am proud to say that I have been published. I look forward to hearing feedback on what I post here, once I start posting interesting things.

 On a side note, I’d like to point out that you don’t need a WordPress account to leave a comment, which is kinda neat.

~Harry