Due to the fact that I had little control over who I would end up looking like on the outside,I was soon to discover that my lot in life was as clearly defined as that of my brother. Heck,all three of us had to behave like normal,average children,not wild animals,one way that was accomplished was for our parents to assign us chores to teach us responsibility. One of my tasks was to help keep my sister amused,when momma had her hands full doing something which was as important as taking care of us children.

Luckily,I wasn't called upon too often to help momma out in that situation. The first time the situation arose,I was slightly panicked,by how my sister chose to respond to my need to keep her mind occupied. She refused every book that I offered to read to her as being ones which only "momma" could read correctly. Due to that,I felt trying something new might do the trick. I rushed upstairs and fetched my diary and the school notebook I drew in from time to time,and read her my recorded words from my adventures w/the little poines,and showed her the pictures I drew to go with the story. She liked it so much,that she didn't even notice when I finished reading it once,and started reading it again.