I remember when I was younger, I'd try and entertain myself as best as I could, considering I was my biggest fan, my only entertainment. my sister was always too busy talking on the phone or doing her makeup or spending time with her boyfriend or other friends. my mom was busy doing whatever it was she had to do that day, nor was she interested on building forts or climbing trees with me. my dad was always at work, making that paper for us kids. my dog, well, never truly was my dog. so I'd wander upstairs in our playroom, a huge above-the-garage finished room which we kept exercise equipment, an extra bed, big screen tv, air hockey/ping pong table, toys, games, etc, and gather my tools and weapons for the adventure I eventually embark upon. I would put everything into my backpack, secure my cape, grab my umbrella (for safe flying) and venture out into the 20 acres of almonds my dad farmed. I would talk to myself, avoiding danger whenever possible. I would walk and walk, which seemed like miles and miles, for probably only 20 minutes. I remember battling enemies with my nerf guns, sticky dart gun, pop gun, and water balloons. I couldn't tell you how many battles I won, or who the enemy was, but it was thr only thing I could do to kill time. I had the biggest imagination of my friends, thinking up the most impossible and improbable tales. to this day, I hate my imagination for fear of things and beings that aren't truly there.

i've traveled down many roads i can't say i'm proud of, but i've made it out alive. for once in my life, i can live to tell the tale of all the mistakes i've ever made. i have so many stories, i couldn't even fathom where to begin..