All call themselves “Me.”
Everyone is a “me”
Each person in my family is a “me.” Every one of my friends is a “me.”
Of course, all those “me’s” are people. So they are all alike in many
ways.
All people have human bodies.
All people come into the world in the same way.
All people have someone, or a few very special people, they love.
All people laugh and cry, feel happy and sad and angry and afraid, do
good things and bad things and brave things and kind things.
And all people explore their world and learn about it.
