It seemed like yesterday that a little girl with blonde pig tails came over to our home in Parma, Ohio, to play with my daughter Larissa and her little brother Marko. They were a creative little bunch who played out their make-believe stories in our wooded backyard. But there was a difference in how the little blonde girl played with my children. Not only did she participate in their play, but she would tell them how to play, what to do and how the story should proceed. When we bought our first video recorder, the play acting turned to “film-making,” and thus her first movie attempts were made. That little girl was Roksolana Toporowych, affectionately known as “Roxy.”