Don't Go Into Mr. Mcgregor's Garden: Your

I Have Just Made Stories To Please Myself, Because I Never Grew Up.

The Place Is Changed Now, And Many Familiar Faces Are Gone, But The Greatest Change Is Myself. I Was A Child Then, I Had No Idea What The World Would Be Like. I Wished To Trust Myself On The Waters And The Sea. Everything Was Romantic In My Imagination. The Woods Were Peopled By The Mysterious Good Folk. The Lords And Ladies Of The Last Century Walked With Me Along The Overgrown Paths, And Picked The Old Fashioned Flowers Among The Box And Rose Hedges Of The Garden.

Thank Goodness My Education Was Neglected.

For Quiet, Solitary And Observant Children Create Their Own World And Live In It, Nourishing Their Imaginations On The Material At Hand.

Peter Lost One Of His Shoes Among The Cabbages, And The Other Shoe Amongst The Potatoes.