Only where children gather
is there any real chance of fun.

I know you may feel so far that circumstances have directed your path, but right now I want you to know that you do have a choice.

I liked the darkness, the dusty bay window, the view over the grey, muddy harbour and the towering cliffs beyond. How could I think of all that and dislike it, really, when in every nook and cranny I felt Peter’s eyes peering out, watching me?

Most of us become parents long before we have stopped being children.

It’s easy enough to get along with a loved and loving child—at least till you try to get him to do something.

Then
why don't I tell on him?

If they don't,
why don't I?

Because.

Because I am safe this way,
silent
unnoticed.