When I was 16, my cousin who we called Bubbles, came to stay with us for a weekend to take her TOEFL's. She was applying to university in America and wanted to do a PhD in studying the life cycles of Fruit Flies. I thought that was the "like, coolest thing ever." Bubbles obviously had a 'real' name - it was Lakshmi. But she got her nick name from being as round as a bubble when she was born. Bubbles. She was tall and lanky and one of the prettiest of cousins I knew. And she was the smartest too. When she was leaving she bought me Jonathan Livingston Seagull and left this note for me in it. I wonder how she knew. How she knew I would take the road less travelled. Because I have. I wonder if I did that because her words were etched in my mind and I wanted to do nothing but travel the road that no one did yet. I was 16. I was impressionable and I am glad that I had family that impressed the best on me. That they would celebrate me regardless of how abstract my work could get as an artist or writer...I love books. I love books with the words of a family member even more..sometimes you need the immense, unreasonable and illogical amount of confidence they have in you to keep you going!