I remember the spark, that first electric tickling in the back of my Lizard brain that states I want to tell stories, no, I need to tell stories. Like many writers, filmmakers, musicians, Artists, etc., I have been inspired by many creative geniuses, but I clearly recall the ignition of the flame that would become my Persistence of Vision.

I was a young boy, only 6 years of age, and I had recently seen Star Wars at my local Library with some family friends. (I know, kids, this was even before the VHS and BETA's battle for supremacy. What are Beta and VHS? Ask your parents.)

My mother took me to see Empire Strikes back in the theater and lo and behold a Wookie approached us. My palms instantly clammed up, sweat protruded from every pore, and I didn't know what to do when this gargantuan beast wrapped his arms around my mother, my lifeline. He could have easily crushed her. Right? I panicked, but merely for a short spell, as he just gave my mom a huge hug, and then all I could think was..."Man, that's cool. My mother knows a Wookie."

Of course, it had been one of her high school students dressed in a Wookie costume, but the movie started, and I was hooked. All that went through my head as I watched this movie blow my mind was: how can I create Worlds?