When I was a little girl, my grandma made me a hula skirt out of torn news paper, and a lei out of toilet paper. I wore it out into her front yard and pretended that I was a beautiful Hawaiian princess. This is a picture of me that day. I love to have it. My grandpa took it. It reminds me of the wonderful nurturing woman that I called gramma. She was so full of life and love. She would do everything she could to encourage an imagination. She taught my mother to be the same way. My mother taught me too. If there is anything I do to create a spark of imagination in another, it is because a woman I love made me a hula skirt out of newspaper, and a lei out of toilet paper, and let me be free. It is because that woman taught her daughter to love life as well, and to help a child stay a child for as long as it is possible to be one. It is because both of those women loved me enough to teach those lessons to me. It is also because a gentle and quiet man, who didn’t talk to me much, loved me enough to freeze a memory in black and white. A little girl and a dog living the afternoon far away in Hawaii. Thank you grampa. Thank you gramma. Thank you mom. (and dad too) When my children are grown, may they feel as blessed as I do for the childhood that my family provides in both Legacy and Life.