The wood-plank bridge which led out of town when I was a child, also led me back, and is now the one on a smaller, less traveled road, where one could possibly find oneself, if one was looking. The sound of a car crossing a wooden bridge always arouses feelings of loneliness, the desire to escape, and perhaps return to my childhood.

THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

JANICE BOSTOCK

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Children are not mini adults. To recognise that childhood is different from adulthood is not patronising, it’s actually respectful and a fact!

Kathy Walker

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