For Me, The Pleasure Of Writing Comes

Prayers Were Held In Assembly Hall. We All Perched In Rows On Wooden Benches While Teachers Sat Up On The Platform In Armchairs, Facing Us.

There Is Something About Very Cold Weather That Gives One An Enormous Appetite. Most Of Us Find Ourselves Beginning To Crave Rich Steaming Stews And Hot Apple Pies And All Kinds Of Delicious Warming Dishes; And Because We Are All A Great Deal Luckier Than We Realize, We Usually Get What We Want—or Near Enough.

I Was Glad My Father Was An Eye-smiler. It Meant He Never Gave Me A Fake Smile, Because It's Impossible To Make Your Eyes Twinkle If You Aren't Feeling Twinkly Yourself. A Mouth-smile Is Different. You Can Fake A Mouth-smile Any Time You Want, Simply By Moving Your Lips. I've Also Learned That A Real Mouth-smile Always Has An Eye-smile To Go With It, So Watch Out, I Say, When Someone Smiles At You With His Mouth But The Eyes Stay The Same. It's Sure To Be Bogus.

I Am Totally Convinced That Most Grown-ups Have Completely Forgotten What Is It Like To Be A Child Between The Ages Of Five And Then... I Can Remember Exactly What It Was Like. I Am Certain I Can.

I Never Get Any Protests From Children. All You Get Are Giggles Of Mirth And Squirms Of Delight. I Know What Children Like.