It began so long ago, when I was just a little girl, sitting alone without any friends. I finally found comfort in simple things, like pencil and paper, because writing helped me to escape my own reality. Growing up the oldest of three and the only girl I was like a little mommy, always trying to help, never to really be noticed. Even at a very young age, I was always a hopeless romantic, dreaming only of love. As I played with my only Barbie, I used to borrow my brother's GI Joe so that she could fall in love. Some things never change, as I have always dreamed of falling in love, getting married and living "Happily Ever After..."