I can’t remember how old I was when I started writing. I know that I was very young. My grandparents raised me and writing become something that my grandmother always encouraged. Writing was a way to escape my real life, a way to cope with cruelty and indifference. Sometimes even worse than the people who hurt you are the people who don’t care you’re being hurt –the ones who could do something but choose not to. I understand it; sometimes you don’t want to get involved and risk having bullies shift their attention to you. That’s normal…that’s fear. I was afraid a lot when I was growing up.
Shane Koyczan, TO THIS DAY, Annick Press publication