Once there was a little girl who watched Winnie the Pooh over and over and ripped her teacher's favorite book by mistake and was scared all of the time and wrote stories for her little brother and went to public school, and it was awful, and went to a therapeutic school, and it was awful, and made freedom where she could and filled shelves full of notebooks and got out and got free-er and got trapped-er and was confused about what was real and hurt her knees and her hands and her hips and her head and her shoulders and stopped yelling and made a best friend and figured out that TV shows were important and was scared some of the time, maybe a lot, and spend both too much and not enough time on the internet and wore bright orange.