In the beginning...

I always wanted to be a cowgirl.  These were special days.  My sister, Annie Oakley, is behind me.  She carried a Derringer...and didn't hesitate to use it on me. 

I was happy just to pick the plastic fringe off of my cowgirl vest and chew it like gum...while I waited for the horse (I begged for until I was 16) to magically appear in in the yard.   This was the age in which I decided to jump through the tv screen and ride away with the Cisco Kid...it didn't work.