There are certain places that are secret and dark. Looking closely they reveal that . what you see is not exactly what you might expect. Writing is a place where you dig up past memories, create new characters, situations and build up scenarios that were but "what ifs" in reality. My first writing was as a letter to my sister. I knew that her first days at college would be lonely. Even at the age of 8, I felt compassion for her. I wrote my first story and illustrated it with my box of crayolas. The lead character was my Barbie doll. I wrote a story that Barbie wanted to become human and have a real life, but Ken got mad because he couldn't deal with a 6 foot girlfriend when he was only 10 inches tall! She needs the money from Ken to get the operation to become human, but Ken refuses. So, Barbie and her doll friends, Skipper, Midge and Francie went on strike. They refused to cook and clean and called in sick to work. Ken's started to look ratty. He didn't shave for a week. He started going to McDonald's for lunch. And he missed the Barbie he used to know. Barbie and her doll friends picketed around her home. They picket around with big signs demanding the right to be human. Ken finally came out of the house and screams Make dinner! The struggle goes on and the picketing continues for hours. Give me the money! Make dinner! Give me the money! Finally, Ken gave in. He couldn't fight the crowd. He gave Barbie the money to become human. As he gave Barbie the money, takes her by the hand and says, "Goodbye, Barbie" Ken wipes a tear from his cheek. Barbie waves goodbye. Barbie and her friends went to the hospital and had the operation. She is human now she is the richest, most, spoiled "doll" in history. Ken has a string of women cooking for him and cleaning. He became the first male chauvenist.   He is mighty proud of this!