> But when I play with those kids I get that back, even if only temporarily. Last time I was there, we climbed up a huge mountain with snow on top that never melted, and we visited the castle on top and watched the stars while I told them a story about a princess who once lived in that very castle.
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> So what if it was really me taking them upstairs to go to bed?

THERE WAS SNOW AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS???

Only kidding.

I used to babysit for the son of some moderately distant relations, and he always wanted me to read "Winnie the Pooh" and Spike Milligan poems to him when he was little. When I go back to Scotland and see him in the street playing on his skateboard with his mates I'm always tempted to go over and promise I'll come over and tell the story of Eeyore's birthday, but that would just be really cruel. May be next time I see him...

Heheheheh.

Bourne