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If I were a giant, I wouldn’t be able to fit in my house. I’d have to live in a building that had a high ceiling, but I’d probably have a hard time getting through the door. I’d have to make my own clothes, but where would I get a giant needle and thread to sew with? I couldn’t ride in a car or a plane. I suppose I would just have to take giant steps to get from place to place. I would have to be very careful not to step on anybody or anything. When I talked, people would cover their ears. My voice would sound very loud to them. I wouldn’t find shoes to cover my feet. I wouldn’t find a knife and fork to eat my dinner with. I might have to use a rake as a fork. My dinner would be huge. What would I cook my dinner in? I certainly wouldn’t find an oven big enough to put my dinner in. If I sneezed, it would be like a hurricane. If I fell down, it would be like an earthquake. I wouldn’t have any friends because everyone would be too tiny for me to talk to. I think that being a giant would be very lonely. I couldn’t have just one apple. I would have to have a lot of apples to fill me up. I would have to drink gallons and gallons of water to quench my thirst. I could never relax under a tree. I would be taller than all the trees. I don’t think that being a giant would be fun. I won’t ever make a wish to be a giant. I would rather be my height. I’m very happy the way I am.