The Story of Me (and maybe you) is a metaphor for life. We are all born into this world with a special gift for being spectacularly, singularly us, and then we are all taught to tame those gifts to fit ourselves into the world. One day, if you're lucky, you wake up with the drive to begin the journey back to the uniqueness of you -- knowing that there's no better destination.

It presents like a children's book, but it's really for the grownup in search of the child they were asked to leave behind.

Sample:

Slowly, the people around her noted with pride that the little girl was growing up, learning to act "mature", is what they called it. They were doing their jobs well.

The little girl became a big girl, nicely folding her hands in her lap as she sat very still, wondering why she felt so alone.

There was still a part of her that felt like dancing and singing, but that wasn't acceptable most of the time. It might disturb someone. It might not be appropriate. It most certainly wasn't useful.

So, as the girl grew, she would lock the door of her room when the others left and sing and dance and "visit" the little girl inside...being careful to be a little quiet, so she could hear anyone return.

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