When I was a child, I spoke as a child, But I grew like a wildfire into this world
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A couple of decades ago, one afternoon in March, a girl was born in a
little Texas town.
She learned the road early, and it led her to an island where she grew
up to the sound of her mother's voice and her father's guitar. She
learned to write by reading everything she could, and slept at night
floating somewhere between ocean and radio waves.
She went to California and did the expected thing, learning to play
guitar in high school the same year she learned to fall in love. The
music stuck around, so she fell in love with it. Years rolled by, and she
went to school and managed to learn a little in spite of herself.
In the summer of her twenty-third year, she slung her guitar on her
back and set out on the road again, guided by troubadour voices that
promised adventure in songs that were written before she was born.
When the journey was over, she found herself back in the place of her
birth.
Summer Russell currently resides in Fort Worth, Texas, where she is
chasing down a dozen dreams. She has a habit of romanticizing the
past, the present, and the future. She would like to sing you a song or
two.