I have been thinking today about my kids storybook which is part of my When I grow Up class. I think maybe I have been puting it off really. I wrote several differenr stories, one about meeting a prince, one about being artistic and one about being liked. I felt like the last one was a bit sad but when I read the all to my sister she said that one was the best as it was true and from the heart. I suppose it is but I think I wanted a nice 'fluffy' book if you know what I mean.
So here goes -
There once was a little girl who wanted everyone to like her.
She tried being funny
she tried being moody
But she still felt that people didnt like her.
It took her a long time to realise, for people to like her she needed to like herself and be her own person.
I lived happily ever after just being me!
Still not sure if its right but I will go for it anyway.