For a week now, I’ve been racking my brain trying to remember the name of my favorite author from the fifth grade.  Yep.  You read that right.  Fifth grade.  Why?  Well, because there was only one time in my entire life that I wrote someone a fan letter, and I was in the fifth grade when I did it.  In my neatest cursive, I wrote a carefully worded letter to an author and mailed it. Now, so many years have gone by that I can no longer remember his name…and that makes me sad.  How is it that someone who meant so much to me once is now a forgotten…