I change from hour to hour and day to day in such a surprising way that sometimes I wonder which me is real and if me-ness depends on how I feel. Maybe as I grow I'll know.
I can pretend
In one single day or even in an hour, I can pretend to be as many me's as I want to be. I can pretend to be a movie star, an artist, a teacher, a doctor, an inventor. I can pretend that I am anywhere...
Curtain going up!
A sudden hush falls over the theater. As the lights dim, the curtain goes up. And there, on the brightly lighted stage, a story comes alive. Most plays are stories in which the actors speak their...
Stories & Poems | The Velveteen Rabbit
##Stories & Poems from The Velveteen Rabbit or How Toys Become Real by Margery Williams There was once a velveteen rabbit, and in the beginning he was really splendid. He was fat and bunchy, as a...