My May issue of National Geographic arrived today. I love the National Geographic! When I was young we lived without cable TV way out in the country side. It was before VCRs, at least in our home. Entertainment was scarce so you really just had to make due.

I use to practice being a Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader. I only had seen these ladies once on the Love Boat and I thought I had found my calling.

I use to stare at the wall in my bedroom for hours and imagine little people were going to magically come out of it. Then I would think about would I try to catch them or would I just let them be. I never had a definite answer to that.

I use to climb up the haystacks and me and Moses Malone would pretend we were on Solid Gold. Our signature song was "Islands in The Stream" by Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton.

I use to write letters to God and then leave them in the wild apple trees that grew on the end of the property. I would ask God to please send me a Unicorn and I would also make other request like being a Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader.

I use to look threw my parents never ending collection of National Geographic. It helped fuel my imagination and also there were a lot of strange people from God knows where and sometimes they were NAKED!

So now I am going to go and lie on the couch and browse my new issue for those people from faraway. With any luck some may just be naked.