My Turn - Cartoons are my destiny

Sometimes I think I was destined to be a cartoonist, but my skill level is probably at stick figures.

It's just that my imagination runs away like the people who I try to interview. I create all these exaggerations in my head about what happens, and I turn people into these characters.

One day I was looking for the Roosevelt County manager to talk to her about a possible story. I saw her enter one side of the courthouse as I was walking toward another ,but as soon as I got inside, she disappeared like magic.

I walked up and down the stairs, in and out of the elevator, and into several offices, but she was nowhere to be found.

I had already checked her office on the fourth floor, so as I ran back downstairs, I was told she was back in her office.

In my mind, time was running out as I was chasing a Carmen Sandiego-like character. I envisioned running up the stairs and finding the county manager strapping on a parachute as I walked into her office, and then leaping from the window and getting away in her car.

When I actually walked in, she was smiling at her desk. I told her what I had imagined and she laughed and told me that would never happen not because she wanted to talk to me, but because she is scared of heights. Guess I got carried away.

Christina Calloway writes for Clovis Media Inc.