Daily Memory

I like attention, I cannot lie about that, as long as it is attention that I have purposely tried to obtain. So when my little sister came into this world, I was pissed I wasn't the star in the family.

Being an artistic child, I would spend hours drawing on rolls of paper my mother would bring home from work. I would create a long tapestry of monsters and maidens and flying fish in t-shirts. Realizing that since "Lil E" came home with my mother, no one cared about what I was drawing anymore. Pissed, I came up with a brilliant plan to get that well deserved attention back. I started drawing sheet after sheet of squiggles and bringing them to my mother over and over again telling her they were "fireworks".

It backfired of course. My mother became tired of me drawing sub par pictures of "fireworks" and she told me to grow up. Damn I was stupid.