I'm A Collector Of Cartoons. All The

Out Of The Bliss Comes Magic, Wonderment And Creativity.

Most People Don't Know Me, That Is Why They Write Such Things In Which Most Is Not True. I Cry Very Very Often Because It Hurts And I Worry About The Children, All My Children All Over The World, I Live For Them.

Love And Help All The Children, All The Days Of Your Existence. They Need Us.

The Teacher Always Used Me As An Example To The Class Of Good English And Good Storytelling Because We All Had To Write The Same Stories. But She Used To Make Me Go Out Front - Which I Hated - And Read My Story To The Class And I Would Get Huge Applause. Not Because Of Who I Was But Because They Truly Enjoyed The Stories I Wrote.

I Would Just Go In My Room And Just Scream Out Of Anger Because I Didn't Understand How A Person Could Be So Vicious And Mean.