4 February 2013
I'm only a little girl. In years, I'm just thirteen! So many things I do not know, So many things I have not seen!
I don't want to get old, Or have children of my own! I hate when people tell me That I have really grown!
Who cares about having boyfriends? There's more important things. Like learning how to ride a bike, Or pretending to have wings!
Ok, so I'm a teenager. But I don't think like one! My dreams aren't yet developed. My life has hardly begun!
I can't really write, But this is something about me: When I get back from where I'm going, I'll have stories about what I've seen!
Then maybe I'll write something That people want to read. I'll write about what I know, I'll write about what we need!
I think we need a story To help us to carry on. Stories about magic, And tales of times long gone.
Maybe when I'll find these things, (And I hope to travel far!) I'll find that they're inside of me. They're right here, where we are.
What I Hope. • Opuss № I