I was going to be rich and famous one day! My toy company would sell out every day and I would be known around the world! But that was in the future, now I was just a child with big dreams. I was teased, bullied and beaten. Some day I would make those bullies work for me, and be as mean to them as they were to me. I would make them pay alright, but back to business, I needed to design my toys while I was young so that when I was old and rich I wouldn’t have to think anymore just let my predesigned toys be put into production. I would make loads of toys, Fire trucks, cars, Teddy bears, fierce toy soldiers, and many more. Children would lunge for my toys in the stores, begging their parents to buy them one. All those bullies would me sorry they had been so mean to me in elementary school. They would see the reason I spent so much time designing toys. It would all pay off. I might even make a transforming toy. One that could change into whatever kind of toy you wanted. But those would have to be very expensive, because once you have one you would never need another. Maybe I shouldn’t make a transforming toy after all… Hmm I will have to think about it. Maybe it’ll be my last toy, one last amazement for the people to see how awesome I was. I need some money to start up though, for supplies. I had better start to work. Maybe I’ll start at someone else’s toy factory, see how they do things so I can do them better. Well lots of plans to make tomorrow, I had better go to bed…