When I was a younger, I had a very vivid imagination, constructing for myself a make-believe world where I was all sorts of people — actor, rock star, Pulitzer Prize winning journalist, etc. I didn’t have a lot of friends growing up, so whatever I could dream up had to take the place of that, and for the most part, it was alright. I would have loved to have had more friends, been invited to sleepovers/parties, stuff like that, but I didn’t have the right kind of personality for that. I wasn’t the type of kid that approached someone and said, “Hi, my name is Beth! Want to be my friend?” That was my sister. She could walk into a room full of 100 kids she didn’t know from a hole in the wall, then walk out half an hour later with about 30 new friends. I was always envious, and still am if we’re being honest, at her ability to be social. I’m just no good at it.