June 17, 2013


I told my son this story. But it doesn't have an ending yet, so I decided to draw it into a little series. Let's see how it plays out...

Once I had a ball. Not everyone has a ball, you know. I knew I was lucky to have it.

I had my ball and I was happy.

Even when I was sad or when bad things happened, I could always play with my ball and I would feel better.

My ball made me strong, and funny, and smart.

I loved my ball so much.

But then one day, a Terrible Thing happened:

I lost my ball.

Continued here...