An essay by Stephanie Tyson (the 5 yr old part of me)
I was in a play. It was called a Midsummer Night's Dream. It was written a long time ago by some guy called Billy Shakespeare. He must have talked real funny because the lines we had to say were really weird. I was queen of the fairies and got to wear a pretty dress. (But no wings - boo). I got to make a lot of new friends. They are all pretty strange, but that's ok because I am too. Not a lot of people came to see our show, but we still had fun. Oh - I almost forgot - I got to paint the set and the sign outside. People said I did a real good job, and I got a gold star.
The rest of my summer was pretty boring. I had to work in a library everyday.
The end.
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