We are home.... finally:)
When I was small I believed in my great grandmother and grandmother's stories. I thought everything was real, even may be it wasn't. Now I see little children believe in Donald Duck, Mickey Mouse, like they run around somewhere. Believe in going to Jupiter, in three little pigs, calling the moon Mister Moon, saying good night to it. Every story I say, especially about the three pigs and wolf, the kids eyes are huge, exited, full of amusement, thinking what would happen to the pigs and asking to make the story longer:)
