Merely Players - pt.1

Greetings, and welcome to this Masquerade.  My name is whatever you want it to be. Why? Because I aim to please.  And because my true name has been lost from my memory.  I was born like all of us are— with a clean face, a genuine face.   I was who I was and it didn't matter what others thought because… well, I wasn't even conscience of others.  I was barely conscious of myself.
        My fourth birthday was when the first touches of makeup appeared.  I did them myself.  I didn't want Pam to think I was chicken.  I was afraid of heights and didn't really want to climb the tree, but she loved climbing and wanted me to come too.  So I reached into my pocket, pulled out my little makeup case and put on a little I'm Not Scared.  Just touches around the eyes.  To tell the truth, it didn't look so bad.  So with the I'm Not Scared shimmering on my eyelids I climbed the tree.  My knees were shaking but I made it to the top.  I had pleased my friend.