My son, Brent, was to my mind, the perfect child. He did not do any of things his elder brother or sister did. He did not play hooky, Nor did he show the complete lack of interest in anything educational, like. his sister, Laura. She preferred to spend her mind on things more important, like animals, or fairies, or some such........ click too find out more.
Following his ’mooning’ accident, and with a shattered pelvis, my son, Sean, was faced with months of bedridden immobility in the local hospital. He had to lie as still as possible, to give his bones a chance to repair themselves. As he was otherwise perfectly healthy this became an interminable, boring, experience............. Click the link to find out more
He had sat entranced by the amazing magical powers of that golden trident. He wished he had one. What wonders would he be able to perform? He pounced on the tool and dashed inside, brandishing it in his mother's direction, and announcing, “I am King Neptune... and this is my magic trident! Mommy, what is your wish?”