I don't know how much material I will want to add to these pages, but I do wish to share my first story with you. Let me tell you a story. Sometimes that's what I do best. When I was in sixth grade attending elementary school, I remember carrying around my Pac-Man spiral copybook in the schoolyard one afternoon during lunch. I had started writing my first story entitled "The Mission." A few minutes into lunch my friends came over and they wanted me to read my story to them. They gathered around and I stood up and started to read my story. I remember thinking that this was the coolest thing--people actually wanted to hear what I had written. I kept reading to them and I lost track of time until all of a sudden I noticed one of the nuns came over to me and asked, "What's that you're reading?" Somehow I knew that she thought I had some sort of dirty magazine that I was showing my friends. I looked her in the eye and said, "My story." She held her hand out waiting, "Hand it over." I gave my copybook to her and smiled inwardly when her eyes opened wide with the realization that she hadn't caught us doing something wrong, but instead found that I had written an original story and was simply reading it to my friends. She handed the copybook back to me, told me to carry on, and walked away.