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I loved to write.

I think a part of the reason was because it was a way to embrace the ever moving thoughts that took place in my brain. Kind of the same thing as when pregnant woman complain about the milk in their breasts. At least my mother did, she always said it hurt and was heavy, but after one of my siblings got ahold of it, she felt better. The only issue is the milk would continuously return until she was finished with feeding them in that way.

In fact, the most recent one was baby John. More on him later. For the sake of chronologically going through this, we're going to say the most recent was Vinny. Vinny was a crybaby. He would barely topple over and BAM... he was crying. This happened periodically throughout the day and it would drive me mad.

It was fall of 2012 and my sister had just turned eight a couple months prior. She got this really nice Belle Barbie doll. I was obsessed with it and wondered why I only got purple sparkly shirts for my birthday. I suppose I was old enough for the purple sparkly shirts and too old for Barbies, but I still played with them. Often too. When you live by the woods, there isn't much else to do but use your imagination. This leads me back to the initial concept of this chapter and that is the fact that I love to write. Mostly fantasy.

Here is an excerpt of what is currently titled "Magical Mystery Tours" after The Beatles. It will be changed at a later time.

"What are we going to do?" Roald stammered. He gave Paul a hand. Paul tried to keep his balance. "Speak a little louder will you?" Paul said sarcastically.

"I wouldn't be so rude to the only thing holding you up." Roald joked. Paul didn't smile. "They aren't doing anything." Mika said confused.

"Hey, maybe they talk!" Roald said a little too excited. He jumped up but began to stumble backwards and fell onto the ground. Paul buried his face into his hands and began sobbing."

That's all I am going to share for now. Maybe I will share more later. That's page 171.

I don't know what Paul's problem is in this book. If you couldn't tell he was named after Paul McCartney.