I grew up loving everything magical and otherworldly. My most distant memory of that was in 3rd grade, when the class had to do a drawing of our fathers for Father's Day. I made my father coming out of a portal in the sky, with a bunch of birds, and landing on a flying napkin. From then on, I didnt stop. I was fully engaged in creative ideas, I couldn't see my life any other way: the very thought of being able to travel in the imaginery was exciting to me.