Okay...so all my life I've wanted to be a writer. That was my dream. When I was in 5th grade I even started my own little newspaper. It was painstakingly handwritten and contained all of the up to the minute news of Mr. Wayne Mendro's 5th grade class at Alpine Elementary School. Once I was sure that everything was just perfect, my mom, who was a secretary for my grandfather's construction company, let me make mimeographed copies of the newspaper at her office. I tried to sell the copies for 10 cents a piece.
I can't remember if a single copy sold.
