The little boy is named Paul, Paul the wrecker. He has an idea of an aeroplane. He is playing with a plane, a paper plane or kite. He likes to be free. He wants his cousins to come and help him. He has a family, Jack, Bill and Mervin are his three brothers. They are beautiful. When he grows up he is thinking of being a pilot. Paul is six or seven. He has a way to go before he becomes a pilot.
He is going to breakfast now or later on. He is a greedy thing. He has whatever he likes; bread, butter and milk, that is very nutritious. We have rolled oats but there’s not enough room in the kitchen to roll them. If we were in the kitchen we’d hear the noise of the aeroplane, “whooooooo”. The plane must have crashed. Another sound “whir, whir, whir, whoo, whoo, whoo. The little boy Paul thought he would go up in an aeroplane. Goodbye little boy.
This story was created by Bianca, Maureen, Norma, Val, Angelita and Monica
at Carinya Dementia Unit on 23 July 2015.