I clearly remember being maybe eight years old and one of five or seven students in direct competition for our teacher's accolades and praise. We presented short stories for her approval and we were ceasless in our efforts. We were young writers, a true brat pack. We wrote about bicycles, skateboards, hoola-hoops and candy, puppies and fish, radios, television shows and our matinee idols adventures. Oh did we write. Antiquis temporibus.