It might have been the same day
It might have been the same day, walking down the hill, and I’d just collected Charlie from pre-school. He said, ‘I lost my voice at pre-school today,’ and I said, ‘Did you?’ and he said, ‘Yes, but then I found it in the sandpit.’
'The wind blew the cover of the sandpit aside,' he said. 'And there was my voice.’
'The wind blew the cover of the sandpit aside,' he said. 'And there was my voice.’
3 Comments:
Charlie is so cute and cool!
I'm so happy your blog is back! I felt like wooping but i'm in a library so i silently cheered instead :)
It sounds like Charlie lives in Never Never Land. I love it. I hope his imagination stays with him always.
- Anna
This made me smile. Thank you.
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