I am five years old sprawled out on the green carpet of Nana's "big room" upstairs. I'm playing an intricately planned game of Barbies. Ken has just asked Barbie to be his wife, only their names aren't Ken and Barbie - they are Chris and Lisa. Lisa has a younger sister, Amanda (Skipper), and the little neighbor girl, Kelly, has just come over to help bake cookies. Life is good in Barbie world. I have decided all of their ages, occupations and personalities.
I am the master of Barbie universe.
I like playing independently. This way it's all up to me; everything goes according to my predetermined plan. I have always been quite imaginative. I enjoy creating circumstances and story lines.
I am tired of playing Barbies for now; my brain aches.
I go outside to swing on the little round swing that hangs from a thick branch of a large tree in Nana's yard. I push my legs out and pull them back in until I'm breezing quickly back and forth, back and forth. I begin to sing a song, but no one knows it except for me. I am making up the words as I go along. Such is life...