I doubt Helen's wishes have changed that much since she was six...
Thursday, 17 November 2011
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Very sweet, Sir!
ReplyDeleteWhen I was five, I did indeed live in the country; not on a farm, but near several farms, and my best friend lived on the biggest farm in the village. We had it all: hens and chicks to play with, haystacks to jump on, apple trees to climb. By the time I was six, we had moved back to the town where I was born and still live.
ReplyDeleteIndeed my wishes have changed very little, although I'd probably pass on the sheep and have more concerns about those piglets growing into big scary pigs!
ReplyDeleteWhen I was five we moved from town to a village, with the wood at the back of the garden. I can't remember how I felt about it back then. All my adult life I've lived in town(s) though, and no wish to move out into the country.
ReplyDeleteIt sounds lovely, Helen. I was born on a farm on the Canadian prairie, and after a few days, towns make me claustrophobic. Well, not towns so much, I can handle the suburbs, but not cities with 50-60 story buildings. Just not my style.
ReplyDeleteTake care and God bless,
Carol