I was born in Anderson, Indiana, in a tiny house on Chestnut Street that my dad and my grandfather helped build. It was still there, the last time I visited. I guess I was making up stories, not from the time I was born, but certainly as far back as I can remember.
In kindergarten, there was a wonderful teacher who sat down in the middle of the floor each afternoon and invited us to come to her and make up a story. She said she would write it down so we could take it home and show it to our parents. I only remember one of those stories I made up, but I do remember her saying, "Phyllis, you've had enough turns for one day. Let someone else have a chance."Read Full Bio