He is a nice little boy. He has a paper aeroplane in his hand and he is going to sit in it and go up. It would be all right for him, there are plenty of places for him to go to. He could go to Hillston, that is where I married my husband. It was nice. He does have a family and there are plenty of people in his family. He has 20 people in his family and he would tell them to get going at her place. A family of geese, you would have to run to get away from them. I am going so hurry up. He is going to fly the aeroplane, it’s no good sitting around. He is going to fly to Hillston, Richmond and downtown. He was making paper planes and he was making them with a friend of his. There is sorrow about, people are asking them because they are nice to eat. If he is truthful the police might be in then. They are nice to eat, I would be petrified of them. He got in the aeroplane and was never seen again in New South Wales. His name is Robert.
This story was created at the Carinya Dementia Unit by Monica, Brenda, Mabel, Marlene, Val and Roma on 16 January 2014.