Jill was your daughter. She loved playing outside, all by herself. She was a very independent child, even if she was six, but there was one thing she needed help with.

Jill was sitting on a couch in the living room while trying not to cry. She scratched her knee when she was climbing a tree. Jill was sure that her hurt knee meant the end of having fun for today.

"It doesn't even hurt!" Jill protested. She was trying hard not to cry, just to convince you that she can go and keep playing.