Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Kali. She was six years old. She loved reading, drawing, writing, music, dancing, and playing outside. Her parents thought that she might be someone special one day. She was trapped in the body of a nineteen year old girl.
Each morning, she looked in the mirror. She was perpetually confused. Why did she look this way? None of the other six year olds did. She was five feet and ten inches! She towered over the other six year olds.
All she wanted to do was use her favorite markers to fill her coloring books. She couldn’t understand why she was expected to go to university already; she could barely spell her own last name!
She would kick and scream each morning as her daddy insisted that she go to class. She would pout and fuss about, dreading spending time with so many boring adults.
One morning, she woke up. She was nineteen years old, and had better start acting like it. She pulled on her flowered boots, tucked her crayons into her purse, and went to University like a grown-up.