How did it get so late so soon?
Fill your house with stacks of books, in all the crannies and all the nooks.
And what would you do if you met a jibboo?
Sometimes, when I see my granddaughters make small discoveries of their own, I wish I were a child.
Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It's not.
Be yourself and the people that don't mind are the people that matter.