All Through My School Life I Was

The Witching Hour, Somebody Had Once Whispered To Her, Was A Special Moment In The Middle Of The Night When Every Child And Every Grown-up Was In A Deep Deep Sleep, And All The Dark Things Came Out From Hiding And Had The World All To Themselves.

But There Was One Other Thing That The Grown-ups Also Knew, And It Was This: That However Small The Chance Might Be Of Striking Lucky, The Chance Is There. The Chance Had To Be There.

Hooray!" Said The Chief Of The Army. "let's Blow Everyone Up! Bang-bang! Bang-bang!

I Go Down To My Little Hut, Where It's Tight And Dark And Warm, And Within Minutes I Can Go Back To Being Six Or Seven Or Eight Again.

You Can Write About Anything For Children As Long As You've Got Humour.