I’d write my autobiography, but I don’t need to, because my story has already been told in…

what classic book?

Actually, I can’t think of one. This is, I fear, less a testament to the uniqueness of my life than to the weakness of my memory. Here are some I’ve disqualified:

The Secret Garden: Never was orphaned
Alice in Wonderland: Did plenty of daydreaming, but never fell down a rabbit hole
Peter Pan: Believed in Tinker Bell at one point, but never learned to fly
Farmer in the Sky: Never went to Ganymede. Heck, never left Earth at all.
Ballet Shoes: Never orphaned, never went to a stage school. I do have a sister, but just one. That’s enough IMO.
Theater Shoes: Never orphaned, never went to a stage school, never got a scholarship. Have a sister but no brother. I do have male cousins, though. Oh, yes, and I did discover previously unknown family at the age of eight or so.

Well, so far Theater Shoes is the closest, due to the family thing. My father, it turns out, was the youngest of six, but until we were six and eight we never knew. It turns out Dad had been seeing his siblings regularly — he just never bothered to tell the rest of us about them. It turns out I had five cousins on my father’s side I hadn’t previously known about, as well as three Aunts and two Uncles. Let’s hear it for family.

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