"To be a poet is neither a condition nor a profession. It is a confession."
Precise, concise, somehow appealing, very real, and wonderfully funny, none of which can be said about this comment.Elizabeth
I don't remember having one.
Short and sweet and probably accurate.
Yep! And my children had one too.
The only nightlight I had was the moon streaming through my window or in the summer, fireflies collected in a jar (with holes in the top for air and blades of grass) of fireflies by my bed. I'd dump them out the next morning so they would be free to go about their daily bug business.
My nine year old son would agree with you!