a girl named Shampa was born.
She was a cute little kid, and had countless baby dolls and a pink tea set and a plastic kitchen. She wrote stories about animals and drew pictures and pretended she published her own books.
Now she likes to design and wants to dress real live people. She hates all sorts of caffeine and soda, but she likes to cook. Now she knows that plastic should be recycled, among other things. And still writes a whole lot.
She still plays pretend.