All the bigger kids laugh at me, just because I’m the smallest. They make fun of my wobbly legs, my squeaky voice…
Look at them over there — you can tell they’re plotting against me all the time.
And the latest thing is, they climb up on the shed and try to hit me with water balloons. I mean, where did they even get the idea to do that?
Greetings from Ickworth Park via Karen Roe.