I was born like any other baby girl. Parents dressing me in clothes, headbands, super itchy dresses, all that good stuff. When I turned 1 year old I learned how to crawl and walk. By the time I turned 2 I could run, skip and hop. When I turned 3, my parents worried if I could talk. I started going to preschool when I turned 4. By now my parents knew I would never talk. I was mute. I decided to make myself a name tag. I stuck it on myself so people knew my name. Penny. Hey this is realistic fiction, I am not Penny.