My mother after she went to Oz, was thought of crazy by everyone except her aunt. But, when she stopped talking  about it so much, mostly people forgot about her outburst. Some people kept on bugging her about it, no matter how many years went by. One of them was my father, and instead of thinking it was crazy, he found it fascinating. He wanted to know everything about her trip to Oz. He barely felt tired of the story, no matter how much it was told. As they got to know each other, they began to have feelings for one another. They got married, and..well..then...I was born. I was named Glinda after the good fairy. This is my story. But, it is not just mine. It is a story about how hatred between two people was lifted because of the children of them got to know each other, and like each other.<br/>Knowing so little about Oz, I wanted to visit the place. All the colorful characters seemed like people I wanted to know. My world is rather grim, boring. One day, my wish was granted to go to Oz. That was when I was snooping around my mother's room and found the silver slippers. I was so curious, if they would work the other way around. Taking someone to Oz, from home. I clicked my heels three times, and saw a yellow road beneath me. I was there! I had to see if I could find my mother's friends so I went down the road. Little did I know, a whole new generation of friends was waiting for me.