Once upon a time there was a little girl. This girl was the only young person all around. All the other people were really old. Her Mum was old, her Mum's friends were old. The teachers at school were old. On the bus everyone but the little girl was old. At the beach, all the ladies with fat tummies and wrinkly bathers were old. There were old gardeners, old shop assistants and old engine drivers, even the doctors and nurses were old.
What was she to do in her world of old old people? She did the only thing she could do.........she grew up.
Once upon a time was an old old lady. Everyone around her was so young. The doctors were young and so were the nurses. The shop assistants were young and so were the bus and taxi drivers. School teachers looked as if they should still be at school. All her friends were younger than she was. Everyone was young. The old old lady did not care that everyone was young because she knew in her heart she was just a little girl with a wrinkly exterior.
So the old old lady with the twinkly eyes did not care if she looked old or young. The old old lady knew that she still had her imagination, her memories and something to look forward to. She wondered just what would happen tomorrow, what she could learn tomorrow, who she would meet tomorrow. The old old lady was happy.
Once upon a time there was an old lady...................................who died.
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