As a kid, I was intensely creative. My imagination would run wild. I'd channel it into everything from writing to drawing to theater. I was a voracious reader (still am) and the more I consumed, the more I created. I loved stories. I loved being told them and I loved to tell them. My sleeping mind would dream vividly and my waking mind would race with images and words which I was rarely disciplined enough to control or harness into anything tangible in the long-term. And there is possibly a r...