I was walking down an old street, filled with different houses; some covered with DO NOT ENTER sign written in large bold red letters. I stopped as I reached a house which unlike the others had a welcoming look. I reached out a hand to ring the doorbell. I looked down at myself, I looked good enough to pass in this world. I had been advised by a friend of mine to change from combat clothes to "more human clothes", as she put it. Now, I would give anything to go back to those little problems. My great-grandmother had given