The Raft of My Imagination

At age twelve or thirteen I read Mark Twain’s Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. Since I was an only child, I spent a great deal of time alone and in my imagination. I didn’t have any way of knowing that later in life I’d want to be a writer, but I did begin to understand the power of storytelling. I loved that book so much I read passages of it over and over because I read it as a boy’s adventure story. I repeated the stories often to my friends, mostly arguing how great it would be to go down...