When I was in seventh grade, my father, a teacher, signed me up for the school newspaper. I was horrified. I knew I couldn't write. My first assignement was to do a piece on the governor of our state. I had no choice but to write the article. The newspaper printed the story with my name and I was thrilled. Since that time I've written articles on a monthly basis. I grew up on ranches in southeastern Wyoming. I say ranches because my father, in addition to teaching, bought, fixed up, and sold ranches. My mother called him a "rolling stone." We moved along with my animals and those of my sister.
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