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I knew who I was when I was little. I was a girl with a head, two legs, two arms and a smiley face. I usually had big springy curls sticking out from my head like some sort of alien antennae. That head thought things. I still remember some of them and they were relatively sophisticated for a three year old, but I was very new.

A few years down the road I had a better idea of who I was. That girl had a body now and it was strong! I was pretty sure that if I wanted to, I could do anything! The hair was confined into two curly little ponytails and the hands had shape. The head was starting to make stories up at a surprising rate and the fingers were struggling to press down keys on a piano with some sort of order.

Jumping forward a bit more the face began to take on more detail and the body had a heart. It didn't show because it was covered in all sorts of clothing that hid feelings, tenuous and new, but growing stronger every day. The head was filling up with thoughts and questions and the hands tried to answer them by pounding away on those piano keys.

Eventually the face showed some shading and the heart expanded to unbelievable proportions. The body multiplied itself and the fingers once more tickled the keys on the piano and children too precious to even contemplate.

Now I'm too big to fit on the paper. I see my stories coming to life. My piano plays me. My world is turning me inside out because it is too huge to simply surround me anymore and my heart is so full it would explode if it had to stay inside!