When I was little, I'd spend hours writing silly stories, sewing clothes for my toys by hand, constructing all manner of things out of paper, pipe cleaners and tissue. I also had a pretty outrageous vocabulary for someone my age, and it embarrassed my sisters thoroughly.
My daughter is so much like me, it's almost scary. She's now writing stories, she loves to sew by hand, and she makes all sorts of crafts. As far as the vocabulary goes . . .
My mom was here the other day and had the kids out on the playground near our house. She came in and said, "Where did you get her?"
She explained that my daughter had a shoulder bag with some Q-Tips in it. She was watching her little brother learn to ride his bike, and felt that the Q-Tips could come in handy.
She said, and I quote as nearly as my mother could remember it, "These are wound swabs, because my taste for adventure does not go into the realm of danger."
Did I mention she's only eleven?