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Once upon a time, there was a girl named Aliza.

When she was little, she wanted to be a teacher. She wanted to get married and be a mommy. She really, really (really) wanted to dance. She really, really (really) wanted a pet to play with.

When she was all done being a kid, she got married, became a mommy, and a teacher.

Lucky Aliza!

Once, she was also a construction worker, but we can save that story for another day.

Every day, she loved and took care of her family. She cleaned, she played, she read stories, and she cared for her children. She tried to be patient. She watched closely as they learned to become people.

Every day, she went to work at a preschool, where she played, read stories, and cared for children. She tried to be patient. (It was always easier at work than at home.) She watched closely as so many children learned to become people.

One day, when her children were still small, Aliza learned something new. She learned how to make scrapbooks. Oh, how Aliza loved to measure and cut up pretty paper, to use tools and tape and glue! She took pictures of her family, the things they did, the places they went, the games they played, the TV shows that they watched.

And she wrote stories. She wrote stories about the people and the pictures. She wrote big stories, and little stories, and stories in between. A lot of people make up wonderful, fanciful, pretend stories. But Aliza always told stories that were true. It's just what she knew how to do.

Sometimes, at work she told her students some of those stories about her own children. Stories about things that made her children sad or scared when they were small, but now that they were big, they were not sad or scared anymore. The stories made them smile. The stories helped dry their tears. And so Aliza made little books to help carry her stories from home to school. She didn't use scissors and paper and glue in the pages of those books. She used her photos and her computer to make her pages look pretty.

Now Aliza's children grew and grew. And Aliza grew and grew until she was all the way into her forties. "Don't take my picture!" Her children said. They spent more time with their friends. They often went places by themselves. And so, Aliza had fewer stories to tell about her family.

Aliza wasn't really sad. Sure she missed the days when she and her family did many things all together, but her children were doing such a great job of becoming grown ups that is was kind of exciting to see. She liked having more time with her husband. She (finally!) learned to dance. And she (finally!) got a pet dog that she could cuddle and play with.

Lucky Aliza!

But she still loves to write stories that are true, and to make pretty books that hold those
stories. She wants other people, especially children, to be able to carry their stories around
from place to place and to read them over and over. And so, she made this website to do
just that. She wants other people to give her their photos and some words, and she will
turn them into storybooks for you and you your family.

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