480 INTRODUCING THE NEXT QUARTET OF STORIES ...

Aha!  I know which stories to tell you, next.
A trio of stories comes to mind, concerning those times when my need to protect the downtrodden aroused compassion, which fueled my courage to stop bullying in its tracks—as long as the bullying was not directed at me:

LOCKED IN THE CLOSET (I am nine, still living in the apartment.)
MONKEY FACE  (I am ten, still living in the apartment.)
BIG BOOBS  (I am twelve, and we've moved to the suburbs.)

Then, as insights don't come in ABC order, I'll take you toward a story that made me see red when I was eleven and too young to fathom why my popularity had shrunk up after our family moved from our third floor city dwelling into Dad's suburban dream house:

THE APPLE OF MY EYE  (I am eleven.)

Hmmm—if we were drawing up a table of contents, here is the story lineup thus far:

BULLY FOR ME
FIRST KISS
TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE STAR
NO! NO! NOT AGAIN!!


To be followed by:

LOCKED IN THE CLOSET

MONKEY FACE

BIG BOOBS

THE APPLE OF MY EYE

I've spent the past several days editing, rewording, rethinking and rewriting:
Post 479 PIECING TOGETHER THE BIGGER PICTURE OF ME
So, my mind feels pretty tired, today.

Therefore, I think it best to stop writing and give my thought processor a rest until tomorrow.
Hope to see you, then.
Your friend, Annie

PS  I'd originally conceived of this blog as being a story book.
Won't it be interesting if a four-story pattern is beginning to shape up?
For example, it took four stories for me to clarify this fact—for myself:

Following my baby sister's tragic death, my need to protect the downtrodden aroused my sense of universal compassion, which fueled my courage to stop negativity in its tracks—as long as that negativity was not directed at me!