Once upon a time, long ago, near a lake at the edge of an isthmus, a group of neighborhood children knocked on a door. When it creaked open, a young girl summoned her courage and stammered, “Hello, we want to put on a play in the park and they said we need a grown up to do it, will you help us?” The kindly woman behind the door, whose name was Teddy and knew a few things about acting, smiled and agreed that she would be their grown up.
Sheltered amongst several huge pine trees, a flat grassy area became a stage filled with children in costumes relating an age-old fairy tale to an audience of neighbors, friends, and families. It filled the people with such rewarding sensations like tears and laughter that all decided it must happen again.
So, the next summer and the next one after that, and the following summer after that, the same kindly woman continued to write and direct plays. The only thing that changed each year was that the children had started to grow up, but as they did, younger eager faces filled their boots and crowns beneath the pines. There were so many in fact that suddenly a play was needed and created for almost every season in the year.