When I was a little girl, my father worked as a bus driver. Once, he had a couple of free hours before getting back to work, so he fell asleep on a couch. I was so excited to have that “patient” client in my imaginary beauty salon that I did my best to create a truly extraordinary hairstyle for him and a very exclusive makeup look with my blue crayon. The victim suddenly woke up and realizing he could be late for work and rushed out of the house before I could tell him about my art. As I found out later, my father and his colleagues had a great laugh, and my hero totally pulled off his new look.