I am five years old.

Everyone in the building where the Playground lives wants to know what the Playground is. They see us wandering the halls in our stocking feet (or stripy-socked-feet or bare feet or sparkly legwarmer feet), wearing ridiculous hats and sometimes wings. They hear us...

I am a professional hider.

Oh, the art of avoiding answering direct questions. I find it thrilling, fascinating and exceedingly difficult. Aside from answering a question with another question, and mastering the art of quick subject changes, it’s hard to know what say, other than Awkward...
The Fluent Self