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.