My Biography is Coming Soon...I don't know what to write in my biography. 6 years old. Walking in the drizzling rain. Jumping from puddle to juicy puddle. Finally, the CANDY STORE. LEMME GET some of deezee after I finished with my choices I gave Poncho 2 dollars. Ok it was 1 dollar and plenty of coins. Now I figured I had to put some candy to the side for my self. I took four Maryjanes and stuffed them deep into my pocket. Then my pumpkin seeds went into my jacket pocket. Running back home. I hit every puddle I could hit. We lived on the 4th floor. I had 3 siblings. I pressed the bell as though I was being chased. Before I entered the apartment I was ambushed. GIMME, GIMME VAL., HEGGIES DOWN I said. It means don't beg. Oh, Val your so stingy. I turned around , ok , you can have some footsie rolls. I gave WANDA some footsie rolls. Well.... After waking up out of the nightmare. I became a 13 year old poet. I wrote lyrics to songs. Wasn't any good. Finally at 22 I wrote one poem that was satisfactory. It was part of my manuscript. I mailed a copy to a publishing company. I'm sure they did not approve of it. They mailed me a , WE REGRET TO INFORM YOU LETTER. This one poem I remembered : A dimpled splash of gray on a fridges November MORNING. I can't recall the whole poem . That my story as I grew up, I appreciated nature and words reading and writing alot more.