Written: October 16, 2004
Innocent young child smiling at her world. Everything to her is a game. Everything to her is the same. Happy, fair-skinned, blue eyes, dress of lace. Unruly blonde curls frame her little face. Smiling, knowing not how complex her world is. Giggling, knowing not how scary her world is. But everything to her is a game. And she'd like everything to stay the same.