Growing up in Ohio, I would sit with my Grandpa in the freshly mowed grass of his backyard. The sun would set, and fireflies would begin to flicker all around us. We would go back-and-forth telling stories, each of us adding a new spin or twist. Hours would go by, and eventually, we would hear my Grandma's call from the back porch to come inside or else, "the mosquitos will getcha."
The stories we told in the 90's weren't award-winning. Far from it, actually. But, it was in that cow pasture in a little town in Ohio that captivated my passion for storytelling and helped turn me into the filmmaker I am today.
