Biography Part 2

The ranch I lived on was miles away from any civilization and so my loneness grew as a child. Therefore, I learnt to play for hours and hours in my magical kingdom, a forest that was behind my house that lay nestled in a large valley near the beautiful Rocky Mountains. Because I had no one to play with, I would make-believe there were fairies and leprechauns, gnomes and unicorns that hid in the forest and they were my friends. There was a delightful, bubbly stream that separated me from my magical kingdom, which flowed between the house and the forest. My brother and I built a bridge out of large stones so that I could cross and enter into my enchanted world of fun. It was very magical to me and where I spent most of my childhood. Our home was a large, old house with a large attic. My mother cleaned it out and turned it into a great play area. When I wasn’t outside playing in my magical kingdom, the forest, I was inside playing in my attic, which I believed was “magical.” They were both my haven.