I thought it was time to let the kids have a go. Hannah (5) dictated this to me after we spent an afternoon walking on Dartmoor.
Things went a little, just a little, wrong.
But everything was fine, eventually.
Hannah’s story
We walked along the river and stopped for lunch. We saw a cow. Daddy went to fetch the car. So Mummy and I and my brother walked down the hill with lots of sheep.
Then we saw some men cutting down trees, and we asked them the way. We went down to the river and we saw the water was too high to get over the stepping stones. We looked for a bridge but we couldn’t find one because there was another river going the other way and it went over that one.
We decided to go back up because it was going to get dark soon. My Mummy said “hurry up” and hurried me up the hill.
It seemed to be rivers everywhere. I felt scared. I thought I was going to be in the newspaper for news because I thought we were going to stay in Dartmeet forever and not get found.
We found the cutting tree men were leaving in their truck. We asked them if we could borrow their phone and we phoned Daddy to see if he could pick us up but he was on voicemail. We walked up another hill with the sheep in it again.
Then we got to the road and Mummy didn’t know which way to go.
Then Ben prayed for Daddy to come and as soon as he opened his hands there was Daddy’s car.
The End.
This experience confirmed their emerging belief in a deity, but did not enhance their confidence in their mother’s resourcefulness.
A little unfair I thought, but that’s kids for you.
