Britain's first white honour killing
Reply #77 - November 24, 2013, 11:28 PM
Always climbing onto rooftops or up trees or dashing across streams/rivers and running off. I remember once I was in a castle, the castle was overlooking a huge lake. Wind was blowing, the waves of the lake were crashing on the rocks below, so me being me I climbed out the window and made way up clinging to the outside of the castle. I faintly heard screaming below and looked down, noticing my mum loosing her shit. Begrudgingly I carefully climbed downwards, slipped back through the window, went through the place, back outside to my mum who had gone white as snow, grabbed me and started shaking me. She was always spoiling my fun.
`But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked.
`Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: `we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.'
`How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice.
`You must be,' said the Cat, `or you wouldn't have come here.'