Meghan Fitzmartin realizes that she has a difficult name to remember. She’s done extensive research on the subject and, short of realizing that the name literally means ‘bastard son of a noble man named Martin’, she has no idea where there are so many more Fitzgeralds than Fitzmartins (except for the fact that Gerald must have been a busy guy.)
The oldest of five children, her origin story didn’t start out in a dark alley, mainly because those don’t exist in Celebration, Florida. Her childhood consisted of throwing parties in the middle of 150 mph winds and pretending the town (and neighboring city of Orlanda) wasn’t run by a rat masquerading as a mouse. Helping raise her siblings, two with high functioning autism, she learned to love the power of story, specifically superhero stories since those were the only PG-13 movies her dad could sneak her into. She related to those heroes who felt the weight of the world. Now an adult, she see how important those stories were in grasping an understanding of self.
Not only did she learn how to be a person through stories, they also taught her how to love others. Her autistic siblings were not much moved — but when they watched a story, it was like the world opened up to them and Meghan could actually relate to them. Even other children that she worked with, in youth groups and camps, connected on a whole new level when they talked about their favorite shows. These shows were often more of a parent to them than the adults in their lives. Television, books, movies, they aren’t simple entertainment, sometimes it’s their only guiding voice. This is important to Meghan.
I want to make an impact for kids the same way those stories made an impact on me.