Wisdom from an 8-year-old traveller

A couple weeks ago, I was reading through some of my travel journals from when I was young and I stumbled across some down-right poetic entries.  They are so vivid and engaging that I thought it would be lovely to share some of these bursts of creative wisdom with you lovely people.

So here is the first extract which I would like to share with you all, a fascinating entry from my travel journal when I was eight years old.  I’ve even left the original spelling, for your reading pleasure.



In Rome it was boiling hot.  I felt like a rosted chicken.

We saw heps of Roman Ruins.  They were realy ruined.

I drank in every fontain in sight.  I got soaked by in 2 minutes I was dray again.  The ice-cream was brilliant.


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