Life can change in a split second. So for one small child that second happened several times in one day. She was no one special. She was four years old, with straight blondish, brownish hair that was curled, not in ringlets even though that was what it was suppose to be and a ribbon tied to some of her hair. The color was white usually because it went with everything she wore.

She would wear handme downs given her by people who had girls and they were usually too big. She had big brown eyes that lit up when she laughed or talked. She was full of life. People wanted to bottle that energy for when they got old. She thought old was someone ten years old and people who were older than that they were really, really old.

She never told her name because you weren't suppose to talk to strangers. Everyone was a stranger and she would giggle and say "I'm not suppose to talk to you."

Those grownups! Yes those ten year olds, twelve year olds, and fifteen/sixteen year olds they were strangers to this little girl. Only when one twelve year old girl told her her name, she said "I'm no longer a stranger, so tell me yours." The little girl looked scared for a second. The twelve year old said "Don't worry then you have a friend."

The little girl looked around for her best friend and he was checking out things you weren't suppose to touch with some of the older boys.

Do you wonder if she'll tell the twelve year old girl her name? Well, you wont find out tonight maybe tomorrow. Who knows maybe never.