Ramming it home
I know I'm a black sheep compared to my surroundings, I see things differently and act apon them as I see fit. Like new years, every adult was drinking, while the kids were running around like wild animals, doing what they do. Like the adults were watching out for them and all, but the kids didn't have much to do, except climb a fence and scratch some cars with stones that were in the carpark, oh and hit one another with sticks.I happened to have a fairytale book in my car, so I found a nice quiet place and sat down and struggled to read it, lucky I sort of remembered the plot, and one by one they came, sat down and listened to the load of hog wash I was half reading and half making up. I really got into it, trying to change voices for each character and used all sorts of expression and moods to keep them occupied. I felt like a dork, but F it, they enjoyed it..
Give it about another thirty years or so and the art of reading books to children will be dead...to much technolgy around, you see...
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