Paris Fantasy
When I was a kid, I lived in my head, and on paper. I was constantly drawing out my fantasies… of me flying spaceships all over the galaxy… or me barely escaping the grasp of an angry dragon… or me kissing Han Solo… ahem. Anyhoo, as I got older, my drawings changed… and they resembled Randie’s… me walking down a Paris street. Now if I could just get that Vespa!
I would be proud if my drawings would be able to match the pictures in my head. But no such luck. ^^;