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Once upon an almost Christmas-time, a baby was carried home in a large red flannel stocking. Her grandmother would make her pinatas for her birthday and her older cousins were her patient, playful babysitters as they chased her around, trying to keep one step ahead. She was ever-so lucky to get a baby-sister, and when they were a mere 5 and 3, the family uprooted themselves to New Mexico. She was sad to leave her extended family behind, but the desert held grand surprise. She became involved in local theatre at age nine. For a birthday one year (she was always fortunate enough to get double presents), she received a typewriter. She immediately hired her little sister as a beat reporter and together they edited their own newspaper. As her love of theatre and acting grew, her love of writing took a long nap and only recently reawakened.

I've long since grown up, but only in the chronological sense. Otherwise, I'm pretty much still a babe in a stocking. Well, figuratively speaking, of course. I long since outgrew the stocking too!

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