My childhood was a great one, maybe just because I didn't have knowledge of other types of childhood.

The little girl above was what I loved to pretend I was when out playing in nothing but my panties. I loved pretty clothes and still do but I was sure to shed my clothes as soon as we returned home.

I remember when I was about four years old, I got a Chatty Cathy Doll for Christmas. It didn't last long for my older brothers were into taking things apart and putting them back together again. However my Chatty Cathy's surgery didn't go so well and they killed her.

It was ok because toys didn't hold my interest very long. My toys were of natural sources and much more interesting.

My siblings were much older than I was so I created friends. The giant oak tree's that reached the Heaven and let out flames of the sun made a home for me amongst their roots.

The big silver gas tank at the left of our house became a tan palomino each time I mounted it's back.

And the cotton patch across the dusty dirt road was a maze leading to escape tunnels in the red clay banks for my invisible spies to hide.

With a few ten cans and old boards laying around the construction of sofas and chairs only took minutes. The building of my mansion was drawn with a stick in the dust.

In the sunshine I could be a princess yet have nothing on but my cool little cotton underwear.

The world has lost the greatest gift! The gift of dreams and imagination.