Autobiography:

There once was a little girl who had few words. The words she had were all tucked away in her head. Tucked away like that they grew like apples on a tree. More and more trees and apples grew until she had whole buckets full of words. Enough to start creating a wonderful world. Right there in her head. What things she saw. What wondrous places she went. And what lovely friends she had.
One day a strong wind blew through her apple orchard and knocked all the apples off the trees. It was so sad. The little girl fell to her knees mid-dance and started crying. There were no more words. And the ones she had were rotting on the ground. For a long time the little girl walked around silently, wondering if she would ever dance in her wonderful world again.
A boy showed up one day out of nowhere. He went over to the girl and took her hand. He asked her to walk with him for a while. As they walked, the wind grew colder and the sky grew cloudy. She didn't like this place. It was noisy and cold. But the boy's hand was warm, and his grip on her was strong, and comforting.
She was not in her head anymore. She was in the real world. Sometimes it was sunny and warm, and sometimes it was cold and rainy. And the boy was always with her.
Her words slowly came back. Lots of words on the once bare apple trees in her head. But instead of creating worlds for herself like she used to do. She let the words out. Good luck getting her to shut up.