My Mom was cheerful--some of it good. Some rather bad, or at least, not appropriate for me such as "be mysterious" to get a man. Only I knew her deep secret: being a housewife bored her so that she instilled a fear of it in me and I used to come home from school with made up stories about school adventures to entertain her. Finally when I crafted one about going to speech therapy and getting a Payday candy bar, she figured out they were all tall tales. I can thank her for giving me a start as an author with the goal of entertaining my readers.