A small rabbit sits in a field of green grass.

I started writing when I was in early Elementary School. I can’t pin down just how old I was, but I remember my very first little book. We had a cow pasture behind our house. My older sister was walking through it one day when she found 3 baby bunnies that had been abandoned by their mother. She feared for their safety, so she picked them up and brought them home. We were in love with those little bitty baby bunnies. There were 3 of them, just like us—my sister, my brother, and me. They were the inspiration for my first book. I wrote it in my little scrawly handwriting, misspelling words right and left. I had cut one 8 ½ x 11 sheet of paper into smaller squares and stapled them together. On those hallowed pages, I told a…