Strange but if anyone had asked me age 7 what I wanted to be I might have said 'a crayon' and I still tend to add an embellishment and a bit of colour to absolutely everything! I am not sure you liked the boy who wanted to be a crayon but I think he was possibly the one with the lateral thinking. What did he grow up to be?
Elsie showed me hers. She showed everyone, whether they wanted to see it or not: an inch long coppery-black bead, nestled in a box of cotton wool, passed along the table at the old folks' lunch club.
Molly wouldn't show me hers. It lurked in the liquid