"There once was a man named Fergus,
Who liked to eat chips and burgers.
He got so fat, he was the same size as the cat,
And collapsed on his bed unconcious."
Totally rubbish. But I was 5, after all
When I was six I progressed to chapter novels, but each were only about 5 chapters, about raven-haired princesses and the like.
When I was about seven, I wrote a chapter novel with about 20 chapters, 2 pages long each, called "The Runaways". It started like this: "Maggie was bored." A promising start huh?
Yeh. I was a strange child.
