sand castle

Not bad for the 2nd time :)

It was raining, so the sand was not as nice as earlier. And it was very coooold after the rain, so we didn't spend much time to do it.

Let's see how was the 1st time, 3 weeks earlier in the sunny day, below.

Starry Time

Nice, simple, but touching story…

Once upon a time, there were no stars in the sky.
Only the lonely moon shone at night. And since it was sad and alone, it gave off very little light.
One person had all the stars. He was not a powerful king. And she was not an evil witch. But a little girl named Stella. When Stella’s mother turned off her lights at night, Stella’s ceiling turned onto sparkles brighter than any Christmas tree.
Sometimes she felt as though she was looking down from an airplane over a city of lights.
Stella loved falling asleep under her starry ceiling. She always had bright and wonderful dreams. One day in school, she overheard some boys and girls talking. One boy said, “I can’t sleep at night. My room is very dark and I get scared.”
A girl agreed, “Me, too. That sad old moon doesn’t do any good. My room is as dark as a closet.”
Stella felt bad. She hadn’t known that she was the only one with stars in her room.
That night, when her mother turned off the lights, her ceiling lit up like the lights of a city. But Stella could not sleep. She thought about all of the boys and girls who were lying awake in the dark, and she felt sad.
She climbed out of bed, and opened her window. The moon hung sadly in the sky.
“Moon, why don’t you give off more light?” Stella asked.
“Because I’m lonely. I have to spend the whole night out here by myself. Sometimes I get scared.”
“I’m sorry,” Stella said. She was surprised that something as big and beautiful as the moon could get scared just like little boys and girls.
“Plus, I get tired,” said the moon. “It’s a big job to light the whole sky.”
Stella thought for a while.
“Moon,” she said, “Would my stars help to keep you company?”
“Yes,” said the moon.
“And would they make the sky brighter?”
“Yes, and they would make me happy.”
Stella stood back from her window. She looked up at her stars.
“You should go and help the moon,” she said. “I will miss you, but every night I will look out my window and see you in the sky.” She wiped a tear from her eye. “Now, go.”
With that, the stars burst from her ceiling and whirled around with a dazzling glow until they gained enough speed to shoot towards the moon. They streamed out of her window, and fanned out across the sky. It was the most beautiful sight Stella had ever seen.
From then on, the nights were brighter. The moon had many friends, and he beamed with happiness.
And with the light of the new night sky, grandmothers and grandfathers sat outside on their porches telling stories about old days. And young couples strolled hand in hand along the streets.
And best of all, Stella could sit outside with a friend, and they could watch the stars together.

Taken from: The Moral Intelligence of Children, by Robert Coles

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Finally, Kate has a blog.

Hope Mum and Dad could spare their time to update this blog.

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