Dad taught me every reason not to do a thing.
‘You’ve got to think it through.’
‘That’s pretty cool,’ he said, holding up my pet dragon. ‘But see the wings? They’re too small. They couldn’t hold the body up in flight.'
He handed me back my sketch and my dragon, his destiny curtailed, landed back on the page.
‘You’ve got to think it through.’
‘That’s pretty cool,’ he said, holding up my pet dragon. ‘But see the wings? They’re too small. They couldn’t hold the body up in flight.'
He handed me back my sketch and my dragon, his destiny curtailed, landed back on the page.
