By Natalie Forster
I always knew I wanted to write.
I remember 8-year-old me sitting on my kitchen floor, drawing children’s books about my two cats as superheroes. “The Adventures of Socks and Patches” were commonplace in my family for about two years, only to be replaced with song lyrics and knock-off Robert Frost poems when I got the chance to explore other mediums.
Never did I expect I wanted to become a journalist, but when it came time to decide what I wanted to major in at college, I figured journalism was my best chance at continuing writing. read more