I wrote about eating a boiled egg in the third person the other day. This so fascinated a friend that I thought I'd bring back a narrative of getting dressed for work I'd written in the second person singular.
I'm particularly obsessed with second person singular, as, while but a child in a progressive school in the Berkshires, I got to read a particularly haunting story by no one in particular, apparently. In a subsequent creative writing class, wrote a story in second person. The teacher sent it back with a big, fat F. Said that I'd gotten the assignment all wrong: no one ever wrote in the second person. Was bad form, bad English. She demanded another essay. Told her (in a very polite way, of course) to go "eff" herself and took the F.