Read the excerpt from the prologue of A Girl Named Zippy. The book that follows is about a child from Mooreland, Indiana, written by one of the three hundred. It’s a memoir, and a sign of gratitude, a way of returning. I no longer live there; I can’t speak for the town or its people as they are now. Someone has taken my place. Whoever she is, her stories are her own. What does the author mean by “her stories are her own”?