1st line by Ryan Harron
I first met my father when he was sixteen, working in a cornfield; he had no way of knowing who I was, as I hadn't been born yet, but I loved meeting him like this.
Mississaugan writer Ryan Harron comes from a long line of storytellers. None of them have been “professionals” in any way, of course, but their ability to blend personal anecdote, history, and generous helpings of pure fantasy created a love of story that has stayed with him to this day.
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9-13-09 Head Under Water
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1 comments:
Great first line, Ryan! I'd want to read the rest of this story.