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When I was three or four, I used to write love letters to Billy Ray Cyrus. My mom had a type writer, and I'd sit at it, with or without ribbon, and type away what I thought would make him smile. I couldn't write, much less spell, but I'd read them to Mum when I was done. She'd put it in a envelope and write his name on the front, I'd draw on a stamp, then she'd "put it in the mail the next day." I never cared about not getting a letter back, because I was too busy writing another the next day.

Up until the age of seven, I had an imaginary friend named Rock'n'Roll. Seriously. We used to play on my swing set until my parents weren't paying attention, then we'd sneak away on our bikes. Our favorite place to ride off to was down the dirt road behind our house. We'd stop at the nice lady's house at the end and play with her new baby. We'd take the path at the very end of the road down through the woods to Ms. Garden's house. We never knew her real name, but she was always weeding our her garden, so we'd help her. Sometimes she'd send us home with vegetables, and one time, a watermelon. When we'd get home, my parents would be really mad. We didn't care... there wasn't anyone down that road that would hurt us.