Sometimes things just happen. Impulsive decisions can make all the difference and change the entire course of life. If invention is the mother of necessity, then boredom was the mother of Unafraid. When I was a teenager, my family took me and my brothers on camping trips all over the country. We had our fair share of adventures, to say the least, but long car rides were sometimes unbearable, particularly when mom and dad made us turn off the DVD players. Thank God for that decision. When the movies went off, we would often have to find more creative ways to entertain ourselves by using whatever was available. This also gave us a chance to read books or journal about our experiences. On one particular trip going through Idaho, I had finished reading the only books I had brought: three of the Chronicles of Narnia series. Wanting desperately to find some form of fun I thought it would be cool to write my own short story or fairy-tale type book. I was thinking, "Well maybe I can make it like thirty pages or something like that." I took a tiny pencil and with my first-grade penmanship, (which has not improved since then), started writing away. Looking back now, it is safe to say Unafraid has turned into something so much bigger. Over the next few hours, I finished chapter one, and by the time our trip was over I was well into the early stages of what would be a project that would take nearly eight years from beginning to end.