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THE STORY OF HOTLEADOnce upon a time, there was a little girl named Kimberly. She rode her bike all over the neighborhood, swung off vines into the pond, snuck into the big kid's tree house, threw rocks at the neighborhood geek (and then got beat up by him), and she'd ride home fast as her mom screamed her and her sister's names for dinner each night. Oh what a wonderful childhood.One summer, her neighbor started to make homemade fishing lures out of molten lead in his garage. He would heat the lead in a pot, and pour it into lure molds that would immediately harden with the oxygen in the air. Kimberly loved watching this process, usually as she tried balancing on a soccer ball, or hopping on a Pogoball®. Her mother always told her not to go into the neighbor's garage while he was working with the molten lead. It was very dangerous. Her mother would say, "If I catch you in that garage after I have told you not to, you're goin' to get it." Kimberly was scared. But not scared enough to not go play in the garage with overwhelming curiosity. One day, in the garage, as her neighbor was pouring the lead, Kimberly tripped over a basketball, and stumbled toward the worktable. Lead splattered everywhere. It even landed on Kimberly's right hand. Ouch! Instantly, the lead hardened, and she picked off the oddly shaped pieces. It left a major burn on her hand, but she thought it was really cool. She hid her burn from her mother for almost a week, so she wouldn’t know her daughter was playing where she was told not to. Bad Kimberly! Bad! Her mother finally saw the burn and was angry, but also felt bad since she knew it was a pretty serious injury. It was finally treated, but left a really neat scar!12 years later, at a raging party in Brooklyn on 14 Meadow Street, a very cool young lady had pointed out Kimberly's scar, and asked, "What happened to you there? How did you get that?" Kimberly told the story of the lead in the garage. Many people gathered around to listen. After the story was complete, the very cool, young lady jumped up onto a chair, and yelled, "HOTLEAD!" From then on, Kimberly was also known as HotLead. And, in fact, to this day, many people only know Kimberly as HotLead. Kimberly became good friends with that cool chick from the party. And to this day, in some areas of Brooklyn you can see the name HotLead tagged on various sidewalks, boarded up buildings and sidewalk fences. Kimberly, AKA HotLead, does not know for sure how they got there, but she has a pretty good idea of who did it.The End. Or is it? +++++++++++++I'm quick, and I'm busy all the time. I slow down if you're lucky. I like working, but only when it's fun. I enjoy challenges, but only when they're easy. I need a haircut. My eyes are always brown. Play with me! I'm fun!Hotleadii