When I was in the first grade, I looked like this:
(You can blame my mom for the haircut but unfortunately the shorts are my doing. My mom always let me dress myself.)
And this is how I felt about a dinosaur named Barny, not to be confused with the loving purple dinosaur named Barney:
Love,
Jenna
P.S. Keep in mind: I wrote this in 1992 when my family still lived in Korea. Jurassic Park came out in 1993 so there is no chance this story was inspired by the film. Maybe Barney but he was/is creepy. I never trusted him.
