What started as a boring day lost in a local antique shop with my four-year-old niece and nephew (better known as the twins), lead us to a weathered oak bench in a quiet corner of the shop. Their tired legs needed a moment's rest, but their minds were wondering what adventures they could rather be on instead of dawdling behind the grown-ups. It wasn’t long before they both were demanding to hear a story to pass the time. So there, on the bench in Colonial Antiques, began the most wonderful imaginative adventure for me, and for the twins of course.

I loved every second as they gasped and wowed, hearing the stories that were painted in my head. I realised as soon as I got home that I needed to write them down and bring them to life. I began writing with a purpose, each story tailored for a specific family. First, it was "The Adventures of Rosie" for Scarlett in Michigan, followed by “Drikus die Drakie” for Aiden. With a little love and a lot of support, my husband reached out to a talented illustrator who painted the most colourful scenes to accompany my words. I am forever grateful that he pushed me to see the value in the worlds I wanted to share.