ThunderPuff, you make me laugh! Maybe because I can relate???

By three I was scribbling notes (writing books) and tucking them under my dolls arm. Each night I prayed she would be my baby sister in the morning. Well, that never happened, thus a failure by three, already! Besides, making god mad at me, too. (He only answers the prayers of ‘Good-Girls’).

I did accomplish that much by the age of three. Called gods attention to my oops, already!

By four I taught myself to play the piano and accompanied the Pastor on his violin during church services each week. Until I caught him reading the Sunday Funnies when I went to his house to practice.

I pay Attention! When he pronounced reading the Sunday Funnies as another S-I-N I expected he, at least believed it! Nope! Done!

As a foster child on a farm far out in the country what else is there to do, except teach yourself to play the piano?

During the day a loving member of the family strapped me in the saddle of their pony, locking both of us in the pasture until lunch time.

No big deal! Ya all know horses always return to the barn where it was safe! Read my book (when I write it) My Nannie had a horse face!

Wish you lived next door!