As a child I always got excited when someone would send me a postcard or a letter, even when it was advertising material - as long as it had my name on it, I was happy. This excitement didn't fade with age, I still get giddy coming home and opening the mailbox. Even if it's... Continue Reading →
Circus-date anyone?
As a child I hated circuses. How could you not with those scary clowns and their big feet? Who loves to go to a place with big scary horses, big scary camels and big - but not so scary - elephants? I wouldn't have entered a circus, even if you promised me a truck load... Continue Reading →