Long way to a dream!

Admit it, everyone in childhood dreamed of something or even now dreaming. I'm not talking about yachts, big houses, beautiful girls, huge fortunes, but real, human dreams. Someone wanted to become an astronaut, doctor, engineer, teacher, and someone wanted to grow up and become a writer. Yes, it's me, just me. It sounds a bit arrogant, but it will not seem so further.

When I started writing, I was still a little boy and, like all little boys, ran for the girls, pulling them at the braids. Then I have not dreamed of becoming a writer or a journalist. I simply wrote little poems for my beloved under the impulse of first love. I would call names to somehow thank for the motivation, but perhaps I will not do this. So, I even seemed to get good poems, as the girls and my close friends told me. But then I got sick of all this myself and I threw poetry into the closet.

Time passed, I matured, I became more or less good at knowing Russian, different rules, punctuation, and I returned to work. I was always told that I am very good at writing essays and I decided to try myself in creating various articles. But now I'm not alone, with me are my close friends, who are also burning with ideas. We have a fairly friendly team consisting of 2 authors and 1 editor. Soon you will meet with all. We will tell you both life stories and news from this world.

I hope to turn out well, you judge. And this is our way to a dream in front of your eyes.