The Wild White Mustang

My child loves all the rides she finds in shopping centers. And always asks me for a coin. Does your child also love those rides ? Do you give her a coin ? How often do you allow them that small or big pleasure ? How does your kid react ? Share your story, here is mine...

The little girl saw the beautiful riding horse at the shopping mall. The great white horse was surrounded by Indians that seamed to try to help the horse. The little girl liked the horse, it seemed very fast. And she like the furry white with the black and grey mane. The white steed looked very noble although being a wild mustang of the american green prairies.
The little girl wanted to ride the white horse, but the white horse wanted the little girl to give it something precious, the white horse wanted a shiny silver coin, and the little girl had none. The little girl asked Papi for a shiny silver coin, and Papi told the little girl that she needed to earn the coin. The horse wanted something valuable, it could not be something that just appeared from thin air.
"Papi, how do I earn a shiny silver coin ?"

Papi took the little girl to the parking lot. There Papi opened the door to the little girl's backseat and showed the little girl all the confusion of toys and comic books all over the seats. Papi gave the little girl a small canvas bag to put everything. The little girl happily started putting away all her toys and comic books. Everything into the small canvas bag, and soon Papi's car backseat started looking much nicer. The little girl even found a small plastic white horse.
"Look Papi, the kid of the big white horse, I will take the small horse to meet it's Papi."
After the little girl put all her toys and comic books away, Papi gave the little girl a shiny silver coin. The little girl was very proud and happy and started running to the big white horse.
"Hello horsey, I have for you a shiny silver coin". The little girl hopped on the horse's back and gave the horse the shiny silver coin. The wild white horse neighed and started running.
The little girl was happy, she could feel the wind on her face as the wild white mustang raced across the Indian camp. All the Indians cheered as the little girl passed by them. The little girl was running fast on the wild white mustang. The little girl passed by a little Indian princess, she was called Tiger Lily, and the two little girls became friends and played together. They both rode the wild white mustang, and the wild white mustang ran around the Indian Village.

All Indians were happy as they saw their little princess playing with the new friend, the little girl. The chief was very happy, the Indian chief gave Papi the Indian drink of happiness, Papi drank this hot drink that had a strong smell. Papi called it coffee. Papi and the Indian chief talked while the little girl and Tiger Lily the Indian princess rode the wild white mustang around the village.
A bad man came to the Indian village. The bad man was saying bad things to Tiger Lily. The little girl did not like and made the wild white mustang go to the bad man. The wild white mustang stand on it's back legs and kicked the bad man's gun with the front legs. All the Indians laughed and the little girl shouted: "Go away bad man!". The wild white mustang kicked the bad man in his behind and the bad man ran away.
All the Indians were happy and shouted hooray for the little girl. The little girl was very happy, she had helped the Indian Village and her new friend Tiger Lily the Indian Princess.
The little girl climbed down the wild white mustang and happily told her father the story of how she helped the Indians with the white horse.

The Chess Street

The little girl was going down the street. Papi was taking the little girl shopping. The little girl crossed the street and now was just next to the shopping mall. The pavement was black and white. The pavement reminded the little girl of the funny black and white game Papi played with kings and queens.

The little girl could not step on the Black squares, that would make the shoes black. And the little girl liked her new red shoes. Papi had brought her the shoes from the land of the Indians. And the Indian shoes were much nicer than the ugly cowboy boots that made the tschlick noise when the cowboys walked and hurt the feet so bad that the cowboys made ugly faces.
The soft red shoes where very nice, so the little girl had to jump from white square to white square as she went along with papi to the shopping mall. The bid wall was right next to the nice square pavement. Papi said the wall could on go straight. That is why the wall had a special piece in papi's game. But papi called the wall the tower. The tower was very powerful, could block kings and queens from seeing the peasants. But the queen was very bad, she would go over the tower.
But the queen did not have the beautiful red shoes. Those were special, and they could jump from white square to white square. Papi started doing the same, papi was chasing the little girl from white square to white square. The little girl jumped faster, and papi had to fetch all is energies to chase the little girl.
Suddenly the little girl sees the big wall in front of her. What a powerful tower that was blocking her way. She looked to the window of the tower searching for the princess with the long hair. The little girl knew that soon a prince would come to rescue the princess in the tower. Papi said that the prince's horse jumped funny. The little girl was now looking for the horse that jumped funny.
The little girl saw the prince coming on horseback. But the horse did not jump funny. The little girl shouted to the prince: 'Make the horse jump'. And the horse did not jump funny, but the prince looked funny at the little girl. Papi said something to the prince about a shopping mall, when Papi said the princes name, the little girl giggled. Papi called the prince Police. The prince on the horse was Mr Policeman.
The little girl jumped on the white tiles all the way to the shopping mall that had the princess mannequins at the window.

The Crocodile

The little girl sat by the swimming pool. She looked at Papi, she wanted to go into the water. She new she could not go unless Papi dressed her with the floaters. Papi seemed distracted and did not notice that the little girl was eager to get into the water. Finally she went to Papi, she held the floaters in her hand, and she swimmed in the air around Papi.
Papi got the message, with a smile, he held the floaters and dressed the little girl with them. One arm at a time. Once the little girl was dressed with the floaters, she ran to the edge of the swimming pool, eagerly waiting for Papi to come behind her. As soons as she felt Papi was close, she jumped into the swimming pool making a big splash. Papi followed and make a tsunami splash.
The little girl ran with the water slightly above her knees, she made nice waves as she ran throught the water. Papi layed in the water submerged with full body. Only the top of the head of Papi could be seen above water. Papi was a crocodile.
"Help me!", shouted the little girl, "the crocodile wants to eat my hand".
"Tic Toc, Tic Toc, Tic Toc," the little girl could hear the ticking crocodile approaching. Ever since the crocodile ate the clock it made this funny sound. As soon as Captain Hook heard the Tic, his ears went up in antecipation to the Toc. And with this sound, Captain Hook ran as fast as he could on the water. Tic Toc, made the crocodile, Toc Tic made the Captain's legs. Tic Toc, made the crocodile, Toc Tic made the Captain's legs.
Hook was terrified with the sound of the ticking crocodile, he had already lost his right hand to the crocodiles teeth, he did not want to loose the other hand, or the foot, or the other foot. Tic Toc, made the crocodile, Toc Tic made the Captain's legs.
The Captain spoted the little fairy. Captain Hook ran towards Tinkerbell. Tinkerbell had the magic dust that could make the Captain fly. Captain Hook knew about Tinkerbell's magic dust, Captain Hook wanted the magic dust to fly away from the crocodile.
Tic Toc, made the crocodile, Toc Tic made the Captain's legs.
"Peter Pan!" shouted the little girl, "Peter Pan!".
Papi saw the little girl shouting and calling for Peter Pan.
"Peter Pan!" shouted Papi, "Peter Pan!".
"PETER PAN!" shouted the little girl, "louder Papi, PETER PAN!".
"PETER PAN", shouted Papi together with the little girl.
Both of them shouted for Peter Pan, the little girl wanted Peter Pan to rescue Tinkerbell.
"Peter Pan is not coming" said Papi to the little girl.
And the wise little girl replied to Papi "Peter Pan is afraid of grandma".

The Cloud

The little girl look excitedly out of the window of the plane. The plane had just started roaring its engines, the little girl felt the grip of the seat telling her to sit comfortably. But she did not want to do so, out of the window was where all the excitement lay. The runaway giving to the speed of the airplane has it roared running to the sky and clouds.
The little girl could see the trees passing fast, and faster. The little girl could see now the trees from up, all the plush green, like little broccoli. The trees gave way to big houses, then to smaller houses, then to little houses. The little girl could see the bus on the highway, then the car, then another car, soon she could see the full highway with lots of little cars, the little cars seemed like little ants taking food to their house.

And the clouds were approaching, the little girl could see distinctively the clouds approaching. It felt as if the little girl was swimming in cloud candy. It soon became white all around to give way to a fantastic new scenery. From the windows, the little girl could see the many clouds, making a fluffy white carpet where the little girl could put her soft feet. The little girl took off her shoes, she wanted to feel the soft clouds under. And she ran.
The little girl ran on top of the cloud with bare feet, she jumped from one cloud mushroom to the next. She would flap her arms to help her with the balance, especially when the mushrooms were very distant. It felt good, the little girl laughed, giggled, as she jumped onto a new mushroom. Then flap her arms, this new mushroom is very far away. She jumped, she was eager to make it to the next white mushroom, but she had not yet tried such a distance. Flap the arms once more, give a bigger try, stretch the neck to kae the jump longer. She was in mid jump, suddenly she stopped laughing, she started to doubt if she could reach the next mushroom. The jump seemed to take all the time in the world, the little girl could sense time freezing as she swam with her arms, stretch an arm, advance a leg, through the other arm. The little girl could feel the arm stretching as far has it could. The little girl closed the eyes as if it helped pass the time, as if not seeing the soft white carpet between the white mushrooms made the jump easier. Another leg stretched, another arm swing forward, the little girl opened her eyes and saw her foot reaching for the mushroom. Soon the second foot landed on the soft plushy white mushroom. Both knees bent to make the land easier, but it was not needed, the white mushrooms where very soft, she landed softly on the big white mushroom.
The mushroom liked the little girl, it slowly transformed into a comfortable white sofa where the little girl landed. The little girl sat on the white sofa and saw an opening in the cloud floor. The opening became large, she was looking into the TV screen, she was swing the fantastic forest in the white television. High above the little girl could see the little birds flying around the Forrest trees. All the little birds chipped cheerfully a beautiful song. The little girl followed the song, singing softly the repeating melody with the little birds. Papi could hear the little girl humming some nursery rhyme, but he could not clearly identify the song. He placed the pillow under the little girls head, and covered her with the small blanket.
Papi was happy, he liked when the little girl fell asleep on the plane trips.
And the little girl was happy, she was learning to whistle with the little birds.

Indians in the City

How are your trips through the city with your child ? Do all the details pop-up ? Does your child interact with the surroundings ? What is like a simple thing as a bus station ? or an underground train trip ? Do you get those magazines with toys ? Tell me your story.
here is mine...

The little girl was excited, Papi promised to take her to the city. Papi was going to fetch something complicated, but didn't matter, it was always fun to go with Papi to the city.
Hot day, very hot day!
Down the stairs and out the door, the little girl ran down as well as the first 40 meters out of the door.
"Papi, is to hot! I want my cappy"
Poor Papi, going back home and fetch the cap for the little girl. But it couldn't be any cap, Papi new better, it had to be the Football Club cap. No other chance! The little girl had begged for 2 all months for the cap. Not that she understood what 2 months meant, but Papi understood it, and after all that intensity begging, even though Papi was not from the same Football Club, he couldn't continue ignoring the requests from the little girl.
They finally managed to get going, at first she was running around curious with everything they found on the way. Be it a rock out of place, some fallen leaves with an interesting shape, or simply a butterfly.
The little girl always managed to wonder Papi. Papi wouldn't even look twice to a rock on the side of the street, much less to recognize the shape of a crocodile in that rock.
"Papi, look Papi, the crocodile, it must be looking for Captain Hook."

They soon arrived at the bus stop, but oddly as they approached the bus stop they seemed to be getting smaller and smaller, or either the bus stop was getting bigger and bigger. The little girl was afraid and Papi understood why, we could see many spiderwebs involving the bus stop. The webs where very big, and we had to avoid the spider webs together with the hundreds of busy ants that ran all over the place. We saw some ants getting caught in the webs, and the little girl was afraid when the big spider seamed to be coming in our direction. It was a scary sight, the legs of the small spider seemed to be 2 meters wide.
Papi caught some sticks on the floor and tossed into the spider web in front of the spider. Has Papi threw the sticks they would get glued to the web, seeming to just float there. Somehow, in the chaotic setting, the little girl laughed and said that the sticks hanging in the web looked like a birthday party. It really was so. Suddenly the spider did not seem so frightening. Just in time to see the big red lady bug arrive to get us out of the way of the spider.
The little girl and Papi entered the bus, it was cool, the air conditioned freshened both as they got in and sat. In such a hot day, this was a real pleasure, entering the fresh bus renewed the wish to go to the city. The little girl was almost discouraged from continuing the trip. Soon the bus arrived at the train station, and out again into the hot day.
"Papi, I want water".
Papi felt desperate with this cry. Where could he get water? Need to look for it at the train station. They moved on in the direction of the train station.
"Papi, don't want to go there."
"But there is water there, come, Papi will get you a bottle of water"

"NO, DON'T WANT TO GO THAT WAY"
"Why is that?"
"In that cavern there is a big bad dragon!"
Papi looked into the entrance to the underground train. He was staring into the lair of the big dragon that had all the pirate treasure there.
"Come, Papi has the crystal sword, I will protect you, the dragon has a treasure of cold drinks and ice cream, we will fight the dragon and get cold water, with luck we will get the ice cream as well".

And off they both went into the lair of the big bad dragon. Papi was holding his phone with the light-saber app making the dreadful sounds of an epic sword fight. They managed to pass the corridors and reemerge at the ground level once again. When they reemerged at the platform, the little girl was holding a bottle of cold water from the spoils of the big bad dragon lair. The spoils also included a bow and 3 rubber arrows.
"Papi, now I can protect you with my bow!"
When we entered the train, many other fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, seemed to have all passed through the same epic battle. Many of the kids had bows and rubber arrows. They started all chatting in their secret language. The city today was receiving an invasion of little Indians.

The Castle

What is it like to take your child to visit monuments ? Can they be still ? Do they run around the place ? Do they ask questions ? Are they in search for something ? Tell me your story.
Here is mine...

Papi was reading the story about the longest castle in Europe. A beautiful story about a beautiful castle, but what impressed more was the small modern village actually thriving and living between the castle walls. It's not everyday that you see the mailman passing along the street delivering mail to the small house along the castle walls. Something strange and paradoxical about the image, nevertheless with the charm of a small well preserved village.

The mailman had parked the bicycle near the fountain and was now delivering a small parcel to one of the traditional hoses. The plain white wall contoured by the wooden windows and doors, along with the wooden vases with the blooming pink and red flowers gave a touch of simplicity to the picture.

Nearby a tourist was taking pictures of the fountain while examining with great detail the engravings around the fountain. it told a story of a king in love, that everyday his subjects came to wish a wife for the king and threw a coin into the fountain.

Nearby we could see a small two story restaurant, it advertised a dish of roast boar cooked in the central fire pit located in the bottom story. The great walls seemed to contain and amplify the heat within the room, thus we get a feeling that it is now only the boar that is getting cooked. Everybody could feel the intensive heat that gave the meat that succulent taste by not drying the meat.

As we sat on the top story enjoying the roast boar we could see another paradoxical scene. We could see cloth lines in several small houses with modern clothes handing. Some pairs of jeans and colored t-shirts seemed quite out of place, but provided nevertheless a joyful color to the scene.

One, Two, Three, Four, Five

How did you teach the numbers to your child ? Did he pick them up ? Did you teach in a song ? Used the fingers ? Did he change the order ? And understanding the meaning when counting ? Tell me your story.
Here is mine...

- One, Two, Four, Five!
The sequence of numbers could be heard! I was amazed that the neighbors did not yet complain.
- One, Two, Four, Five!
And three kept missing.
- One, Two, Four, Five!
Yes, indeed, the three is still missing.
- Little Girl, let me help you, lets count the little fingers: One little finder, two little fingers, three, four little fingers, five!
- One, Two, Four, Five.
- Where is number Three Little Girl ?
- One, Two, Three, FIVE!
Ok, the three got in to replace the four... this is going to take some time!
- Little Girl, One, Two, Three, Four, Five!
- One, Two, Three, FIVE!
- Little Girl, let's count the fingers: One, Two, Three, Four , Five.
- One, Two, Three,  Five, FIVE!
Should I insist ? The Little Girl will tired and irritated, better switch now to something different.
And I started telling the number story to the Little Girl!

The little girl lived in one tent. With the little girl lived with her father Chief Numbercounter in the same tent. In the one tent lived two people, the little girl and the big chief. The tent had 3 corners inside. The door in the middle, two corners each side, and another third corner in the back!
The tent had three corners, one, two, three.
The little girl gave a gift to the big chief. She had the surprise wrapped in beautiful wrapping paper. The Chief Numbercounter was surprised with the gift. The little girl had used beautiful pink paper to wrap her surprise. The Chief Numbercounter unwrapped the gift. The big chief pulled one corner of the paper, he pulled a second corner of the paper, he pulled a third corner of the paper and the surprise was revealed to Chief Numbercounter. Wrapped in the pink paper was a corner, a brand new corner for the tent.
The big chief picked up carefully the corner and took it to the tent. Now the tent had one more corner. So the Chief Numbercounter started counting the corners of the tent: One, Two, Three and the new one FOUR. Now the tent had four corners! One, Two, Three, Four!

The little girl looked through the door to the inside of the tent. Before the new corner, the floor of the tent was a triangle, it had three corners. But big chief put the new corner to the tent. Now the floor of the tent was different, the floor of the tent was now a square. The little girl looked into the tent through the tent's door, magic, it was now a square.
The big chief teaches one more thing to the little girl... magic! Look little girl, look to the top of the tent, there is another corner, see up there ? The little girl was amazed, yes, in the ceiling of the tent there was another corner. That is corner number FIVE! so let's count the corners now.

- One corner, two corners, three. Four corners, FIVE!
- One, Two, Three, Four, FIVE!
The tent now is a pyramid. It has a square floor, and four triangle walls, with a total of five corners.
- One, Two, Three, Four, FIVE!
- One, Two, Three, Four, FIVE!

The Tent

What happens when you dress up your child in costumes ? Does your child play the part of the costume ? Does he enter into roleplay ? Do you play games with him in costumes ? What are his reactions ? Does it generate stories that live for a while ? Tell me your story.
Here is mine...

The little girl tied the red scarf around her neck. It was part of the little girl's dress code together with blue jeans and yellow shirt. A white waistcoat with black patches topped by a cool cowboy hat.

Sheriff Woody would definitively pick her for deputy. The little girl was soon to meet the Sheriff as he was out searching for the lost black sheep of the herd.

The little had made a drawing of when Sheriff Woody crossed the bridge at the borders of the town. It was an impressive moment for the little girl, for she had never seen anybody go so far from town, and even less to cross the bridge to unknown land. The drawing was to be her present to Sheriff Woody. She made the drawing with all the details, the green Sheriff with the big blue sheriff cross that went from boots to the sheriff's hat. The noble and faithful purple horse to every detail crossing the long red bridge over the curly blue river. You could see the fear in the sheriff's eyes as he tried to avoid eye contact with the huge mouth green crocodile with five dangerous teeth. It would certainly be very bad for Sheriff Woody if the huge mouth green crocodile would have laid the two top teeth or the three bottom teeth in the sheriff's leg.

The other side the little girl did not see. She only heard stories from her father that was working in the saloon cleaning glasses all day. But her father was the best bartender of all the town. There was not a better bartender in all of the town to be found, even at the only saloon where the Indians went to fetch the firewater. The little girl never understood why the Indians liked firewater or firerice, or firechicken, or firepotatoes. All of those firethings made her breath heavily and drink a lot of water. But the Indians liked their curry very much, they eat it all day, they eat it all night, they were always eating curry.

But the little girl's father did tell her the stories of the other side of the bridge. Father always told her the stories of the strange land of the Indians. The little girl even listened once to her father talking with the Indians after he had sent her to bed. She did not sleep. The little girl and her white stuffed dog Lightbulb had gone on tiptoes to the saloon's kitchen door and listened on father speaking with the Indians.

Father told the story of the magic tent that traveled to the moon every night that the moon was a full circle up in the night sky. It seemed that the Indians traveled many times to the moon, and brought all wonderful things from the moon. And one time Sheriff Woody went to the tent to have tea with the chief father of Tiger Lily and Peter Pan, it was when the astronaut crashed on the moon. Sheriff Woody with the help of Peter Pan and the magic tent went to the moon to rescue the astronaut.

Now father gave the little girl the magic tent. It is now in little girl's room. Every night that the moon is a full circle, the little girl will sleep in the magic tent, and in the mornings will tell father the real stories of what happens in the moon. And she knows the secret. The moon is friend of a painter. But the painter is very bad, he is always painting the moon and erasing the moon to make the circle good. The painter does not know how to make good round circles, that is why he is always erasing and painting the moon.

The Shooting Star

Does your child sleep easily ? Did you manage to teach him a good sleeping schedule ? Do you suffer getting him to sleep ? How many stories do you need to tell before he falls asleep ? How long is the bed preparation time ? Tell me your story.
Here is mine...

The little girl laid quietly on the bed reading the book. Actually she was not reading, she didn't know yet. She could recognize the letter "V", daddy had thought her that letter, he was trying for some time to teach the little girl how to write her name. But didn't matter, she was looking at the pictures. She could see pictures of turtles, small little turtles that would ran on the sand shore trying to reach the sea. The turtles were very small, near some of them we could still see the remains of the eggshells.
Funny little creatures the turtles!
The little girl turned some pages of the book together. If someone was watching he who say the book had pages as thick as the pencils themselves. The seashore gave place to the farm, and at the farm the little girl could see some sheep. The sheep looked like little clouds over the green grass. With this thought the little girl Immediately look out of the window to the sky.
The sky was bright cerulean blue, and had little sheep playing around. The little sheep where chasing a little falling star. The star sang along:

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

How I wonder what you are.

up above the world so high,

Like a diamond in the sky."

And all the little sheep following the shooting star sang in choir: 

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

How I wonder what you are.

How I wonder what you are." 

And the little girl with a big happy smile counted the little sheep as they ran by her window: 
One little sheep, two little sheep, three. Four little sheep, five little sheep, six. 
That was enough to make the little girl fall to sleep. And has she fell asleep she started dreaming, she was unlocking her imagination.

The Wardrobe

Have you ever get the feeling you gad the same dream as your child ? Why did it happen ? is it frequent ? Do you talk about it with your child ? Too many movies being watching together ?
Here is my story...

We found the magic wardrobe. The wardrobe is made of the finest wood of the tallest trees in the world. It is said to contain magic and mysterious powers. What lies behind the closed door ? Let's take a peek through the keyhole and search for it's magic...

We see a forest of the same trees the wardrobe is made of, we sense the fresh smell of the leaves, we feel the soft wind in our eye... It is best if we go in, let's open the door and look into the mysterious forest.

We open the door quietly, and we pass through it into the green windy forest. We ear the humming of the birds, the crickets singing, the bees flying around. And we discover why the wind is nor regular, looking high above in the sky we can see the big red dragon flying and flapping it's strong wings.

Every time the red dragon flaps the wings, the air in the forest moves among the tree leaves with a whoosh.

Too much adventure for one day, let's go back into the wardrobe.

Oh No!

We trip on the tree roots and fall to the grass. The red dragon listens to our noise and comes down flying with a swoop. The mouth opens wide and we can see the fire starting to rush in a ball of fire.

We wake up, the Little Girl is sound asleep near me, still some minutes before the alarm clock rings for the morning.

I get up, make some toast, milk and honey!

Soon after the alarm clock, the Little Girl comes and greets me. We sit together having breakfast, and she happily tells me a fantastic story about a dragon in the wardrobe.

The Bee

What do you do when your child is afraid ? Assist her ? Calm her down ? Make her feel it is normal ? Enter panic and call for help ? There are no correct answers, I would like to know your stories.

Here is mine...

"The little girl was afraid. Fear stroke her for shed had seen something for the first time. She saw a big big insect rolling an even bigger ball of dirt. The insect was very strong, the dirt ball moving was five times the size of the insect. She had seen a scarab while she was playing in the garden. So big! Really big. But really really big.
"Papi!" she shouted. But father did not listen, or at least did not respond.
The little girl ran towards the house expecting of finding daddy. She ran, she ran, and the ball kept moving. As she looked back while she was looking for safety, she tripped on the garden fountain.
"Papi!" cried the little girl all wet now, "Papi!".
She got up, and continued running towards the house. "Bzzz" heard the little frightened girl. She heard the buzz and suddenly saw the source of the sound. A little bee was attracted like a magnet to the sun reflections in the water drops.
"Papi! Papi!" you could listen to the sense of urgency in the little girl's call for help.
She reached the house porch and saw her father trough the window as she ran towards the house.
Daddy was inside, "Papi! Papi!" she shouted almost breathless, "Bad critters!".
"Hello Little Girl" said father in a soothing voice, "What critters?"
"Big big, Papi, moving the ball, and also the bad bee!"
"The bees are not bad Little Girl, the bees came to our house to give us this pot of honey, you like honey Little Girl", said Papi.
"The bee give honey to Little Girl?"
"Yes, and Papi is making toast now, you want some with the toast?"
"Yes Papi", said the Little Girl.
The shining face of the Little Girl showed no signs of the fear minutes before. Papi was happy.

The Pyramid

Do your children like books ? Do he know how to read ? Do they just like pictures ? Do they recognize some of the letters or words ? Do you ever find them alone looking at books ? Do you provide them books to keep them motivated ? Do you sit together with them and read ? Do you read before bedtime ? Have you read craft books and then make the things with them ? Tell me your story, here is mine...

If you looked closely, that shiny pyramid in the center of the room was nothing more than the little girl reading her books with a flashlight under the sheets. Mother was always angry that she didn't go to bed early enough, but since she found this book locked in the hidden treasure at the Chinese restaurant, she couldn't stop reading the book. She had to reach the end of the fascinating story. It was by pure chance that the little girl found the treasure.

The treasure was hidden in plain sight, it was just in the end of the corridor next to the fish tank. When the little girl passed by, she had the feeling that the fishes were telling her to stop! Stop! Look at the locked box. There was a box, she managed to open the lock with the hair pin, and inside was the fantastic book of a thousand adventures.

Now every night, as soon as she could see the moon from the bedroom window, she would take the book from it's hiding place, cover herself with the bed sheets, and turn on the flashlight. She would light each word. She would read each sentence. She would imagine the scene at each paragraph. She would live each adventure in the storybook.

The Skyscraper

Do your children tell you your dreams ? Do they share that most inner part of them ? Do you tell them your dreams ? Do you still dream ? Or do you tell your wishes ? Do you talk about the future ? Do you simply tell each other stories ? Tell me your story, here is mine...

Once upon a time a little girl fell in the fountain. When she fell, the huge splash in the water made a rainbow that went straight into the clouds. The little girl stepped on the rainbow and ran upwards. As she ran towards the clouds she counted all the windows in the skyscraper. When she reached the clouds at the top of the rainbow, she could see small smiling fluffy sheep in each window of the skyscraper. She counted the sheep from the soft clouds in the vast blue sky. One little sheep, two little sheep, three. Four little sheep, five little sheep, six. She fell asleep. She fell asleep and floated downwards like a feather. She was now fully grown, she was a beautiful snow flake that made the sun shine brighter as its light reflected on the surface of the beautiful snowflake.