To the untrained eye, my hometown of Clermont, Florida is hot, sleepy, and unassuming. Its population wasn’t much, and we didn’t even get a movie theatre until I was sixteen. While some may call my town boring, its quaintness gave me the opportunity to create my own magic. Orange blossoms perfumed the air all year round. Grasshoppers talked and dead lizards came back to life. Without a radio on, music suddenly filled my home when I began to feel lonely. Snow fell in November, and on a cle...
