Sharon Keller Johnson

When I was nine years old, I knew I could fly. I just had to think of happy thoughts. That brilliant insight came from the movie Peter Pan. And, no. I didn’t understand the difference between reality and fantasy.

A friend of mine lived in a house built into the side of a hill, and the front porch was about ten feet higher than the garage. Armed with my firm belief, I repeatedly jumped off the veranda, clinging to my happy thoughts as if they were helium balloons.

I never flew.

And my ankles were never the same.

This sums up my life. When I was a kid, I learned how to bark and believed I could talk to dogs and caught butterflies so they’d sit on my finger. On hot summer days, my favorite perch was on a neighbor’s stone bear statue. There, I’d spin stories of fearsome dragons and dudes in distress. I never wanted to be the damsel in the tower, but the knight with the sword.

Later, when I grew up, I found a man who loved me even if I stuffed our house with collections of swords, tiny houses, trolls, and puppets. We raised five kids in this crazy home, but it wasn’t until we had grandchildren that the stories I continued to make up transformed into books. I got hooked on it.

Now, my days are filled with writing, teaching, and trying to figure out how to climb trees without breaking my neck.

Author Sharon Keller Johnson

Author Sharon Keller Johnson

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