Yesterday....
An extraordinarily pretty girl smiled at me as I was riding through Datchett. I nearly fell of the motorcycle, hurrah for summer!
A baby Vashti poked her tongue out at me from the back of a car, Spitting image, just 4 or 5. I poked my tongue back out at her but had a full face helmet on and couldn't think of any appropriate hand gestures before the lights changes and I left her far behind.
I decided to write a classic children's book. One that will help them understand the concept of death, and not to fear it as the unknown but to enjoy life as it comes.
A baby Vashti poked her tongue out at me from the back of a car, Spitting image, just 4 or 5. I poked my tongue back out at her but had a full face helmet on and couldn't think of any appropriate hand gestures before the lights changes and I left her far behind.
I decided to write a classic children's book. One that will help them understand the concept of death, and not to fear it as the unknown but to enjoy life as it comes.