  Sheerah& nbsp; vs.  Sheerah & nbsp;  When I was&
nbsp; a child I used to spend a lot of my time at either my Aunt Velma's or my Aunt Cathy's. nbsp;  At my Aunt Velma's I was treated like an adult and my aunt indirectly molded me into the person that I am today. nbsp;  This was due to spending so much time with her and my Uncle Keith.
nbsp;  I miss those days. nbsp;  Any other time I was away from the house I was at my Aunt Cathy's because that is where my two cousins lived: nbsp;  Stacy and Allen.
nbsp;  Here I was just that a child. nbsp;  This is where my imagination flowed and hours of playing ensued. nbsp;  I had boat loads of fun when I was there.
nbsp;  Stacy and I would play Barbies for hours and hours on end. nbsp;  When my Aunt would come home she would always yell at us for me playing Barbies with Stacy. nbsp;  Like it had some weird affect on me.
nbsp;  I wasn't supposed to play with dolls. nbsp;  Nonetheless,  she would let us continue to play. nbsp;
 Secretly I think she knew as did my Aunt Velma of the boy who played with dolls. nbsp;  It would upset me that playing with Stacy and her dolls was such a big deal. nbsp;  I mean it is a toy. nbsp;
 Nothing more. nbsp;  Regardless of if I had permission or not I would play with them anyway. nbsp;  Oh but what memories I have of being there with Stacy,  myself,
 and the bundles Barbies and accessories. nbsp;  On the rare occassion that Stacy and I lent ourselves to play with Allen we would be most creative. nbsp;  Creating haunted houses in the basement,  making forts out of sofa cushions,
 sheets,  and yardsticks,  and above all we always pretended to be superheros. nbsp;  Allen would sometimes be a G. I.
 Joe,  pirate or Heman. nbsp;  Yes,  that is what he was most of all. nbsp;
 Heman. nbsp;  Stacy would pretend to be a damsil in distress,  a princess with the ability to alter reality or see the future,  and above all characters to be she would pick Sheerah. nbsp;
 This is where the problem occurred. nbsp;  You see I would play that hero's foe,  an evil king,  an imp or fairy ( no really!
nbsp;  But above all I wanted to be Sheerah. nbsp;  We would settle the disputes over who could play who and move on. nbsp;  I would usually be told the same thing "
You're not a girl so you can't be Sheerah. nbsp;  With imagination still comes a touch of reality. nbsp;  Then it came to the point of the last straw being broke.  When the Heman movie came out on video it just so happened that my Aunt Cathy was having a party so everyone was together and to keep us youngin's occupied we had the movie.
nbsp;  Stacy,  Allen and I headed to the basement with blankets,  pillows,  snacks,  and our action figures in hand.
nbsp;  We began watching the movie. nbsp;  Allen was the first to say that he was Heman ( which is totally a closted homosexual character)  Stacy and I were the last to pick characters.
nbsp;  Stacy kept telling me she couldn't decide between Skeletor and Sheerah. nbsp;  I knew I wanted to be Sheerah but didn't say anything at first. nbsp;  When I finally spoke up it was followed by "
No I'm Sheerah. nbsp;  You have to be Skeletor. nbsp;  At this point my blood began to boil at being told " no"
 again by Stacy and Allen. nbsp;  We bickered back and forth for about two or three minutes and then began to physically fight. nbsp;  Allen began to scream and laugh at us. nbsp;
 It was like to girls in a mud wrestling contest. nbsp;  No holds bar. nbsp;  I ripped out Stacy's hair. nbsp;
 She punched me in the nose. nbsp;  I bit her. nbsp;  She tried to put me in a headlock. nbsp;
 Regardless of what we did to each other it still didn't solve who could be who. nbsp;  Our parents finally came in and seperated us. nbsp;  They asked us why we were fighting. nbsp;
 I would not answer because I didn't want anyone to know it was over me wanting to play Sheerah. nbsp;  For some reason I think Stacy knew how much it would hurt me if we told the truth so she said that " Paul wanted to be Skeletor and I told him he couldn't be and we started fighting. nbsp;  Our parents made us apologize to each other and we laid back down together,
 Stacy and I, nbsp;  with my hand around her& nbsp; we finished watching the movie. nbsp;
 I still think of this and always remember that I forgot to tell her " thank you.
