Date: Mon, 20 Mar 2006 13:21:26 +0100 From: Harry Anders Subject: Little-Harrys-youth-2 MY FIRST BOOK 'LITTLE HARRY' IS FOR SALE The emotional rollercoaster book 'Little Harry' is for sale, so please have a look at it and maybe even buy it. It costs only $ 19.95, and it's helping lots of other people in coping with their feelings! Please buy it, by copying this link into your webbrowser: http://www.harryanders.com and clicking on the appropriate links. Thank you very much! ============================ LITTLE HARRY'S YOUTH The end of chapter 1 said: I understood Dad, and nodded while I let myself melt into his strong arms. I could feel his love radiating towards me, and marvelled in the nice feeling of being welcomed and loved, until it was my time to go to bed. Dad carefully put my diaper on and tickled my belly, making me squirm. Then he put me to bed. I closed my eyes; and was gone within a few seconds, dreaming of being a big boy and catching my first animal. In those first four years of my life I learned and thoroughly tested out everything I needed to be able to live my wonderful life as a growing up gypsy baby; living safely in a secluded valley surrounded by huge mountains, in a country that's called 'Rumania'. ----------------- Chapter 2. A Big Boy, my first pig, and what is money. A few weeks later all of a sudden my diaper remained dry during the night, and I was in heaven. I sprang out of bed, went to my parents, and enthusiastically jumped onto my Dad's stomach: "I am dry! From now on I don't need my diapers any more!" My Dad yawned, grinned, and started to tickle me: "Are you sure? You're not wetting your bed again tomorrow?" "I'm sure! Tonight I woke up two times, to have a normal leak. Now I'm a grown-up, finally!" My Mom laughed, ruffled my hair, and told me with a proud face: "From now on you are a Big Boy, and allowed to accompany the other children into our woods." I felt on cloud nine and covered my parents with kisses, nearly crying from enthusiasm. My Dad took me into his big arms, and nearly crushed me: "Harry, my precious son, I am proud of you! I remember the first time I was allowed to accompany the children into the woods, so I know how it feels. Now it's your time to discover a bit more of our world. Please be careful, and always listen to the older and more experienced children." "I will, Dad, I promise!" I dragged myself through the day, feeling nervous now the so long awaited moment aproached. I strolled around the camp, went into the bushes a couple of times to gather some fresh herbs, and longingly stared along the paths that led into the woods. Tomorrow I was allowed to follow those paths and enter our woods for the first time in my life! I nearly couldn't wait until the next day... I cleaned the herbs, sliced them into pieces with my knife, and mingled them together while adding a few drops of oil. Impatiently I waited until the other children reappeared with the animals they had caught. Tomorrow I would set up my own trap, and the day after tomorrow I hoped to carry my first own caught animal to our campfire! Finally I heard a lot of joyful laughter; and there they were, carrying several marmots and other small animals. Marmots were the most common animals in our woods, and the children always caught plenty of them. Now and then they caught a porcupine or a stray hare, and on rare occasions they were even able to catch a small pig that offered enough meat to feed everybody in our camp. The children started to skin the animals and clean them up, and I told them with a proud face: "Tomorrow I'm going to join you into the woods!" "Really? You're not pulling our leg? You're still such a small runt..." "Really! From now on I am a Big Boy, and my Dad already promised me." "That's marvellous! Our chief cook is accompanying us, to sample our animals in advance..." I grinned, and started to smear the first animal with my herbs. Tomorrow I would prove to them I could be more than just a chief cook! A delicious aroma filled the air, and after a while the meat was ready to be munched. Of course I got my share, and soon we were all stuffed to the brim. I went home feeling proud of myself, as my Dad had told me to always be. Tomorrow I would be even more proud... That night I slept without a diaper, for the first time. It was a nice feeling, as if somehow I was more alive and more aware of my body. From now on I was just like the other children, and I marvelled in the idea of finally being a Big Boy. The next morning I woke up early, and couldn't sleep any more. I crawled onto my Dad's stomach, causing him to grunt; but he threw his big arms around me and his enormous hands started to roam my back. I intensely cherished the feeling, and spread myself out even more to intensify the bodily contact. My little pecker proudly poked into his belly button, and I could feel my Dad's big member starting to grow. Soon he adjusted himself, until it found its way between my legs and stayed there. It was a nice feeling, as if somehow we had something in common... "How come our peckers are stiffening every time we feel nice?" "Well, our bodies are enjoying the intimacy, and are preparing for the possibility of having sex. Bodies don't care about age or gender; they just instinctively react on our feelings. I love you and you love me, and our peckers are both proving it!" "I can feel your pecker is a little bit wet at the top. Is that pee?" "That's stuff the grown-up body is using to make things slippery. That way it's easier to have sex with a woman and put my penis into her vagina, as I've told you before. That's how we made you, five years ago." "Oh... now I understand. I can't wait until I'm big enough to have the top of my penis wetted too." My Dad just laughed. I loved the intimate feeling of being joined together like this, and slowly drifted off into a slumber. At last the sun started to shine outside, and we left our bed. My Mom prepared us breakfast, impatiently helped by me, while now I was in a sudden hurry and couldn't wait to go outside. I stared out of the windows every time, and saw our group gathering around the smouldering fire. Finally I could go outside too, with a proud face, to join the other children into the woods for the first time in my life. They saw me coming, and enthusiastically started to cheer: "HA-ROLD! HA-ROLD!" I blushed; and felt a bit bashful, but also proud of myself; and very determined to prove I would be a valuable asset to our group. Safely surrounded by the others I disappeared into the bushes. A narrow path led to a small clearing, and for the first time in my life I entered the place where I wanted to be for such a long time, our WOODS. Thousands of huge trees majestically rose high into the sky, having their branches entwined and their enormous treetops forming a huge cathedral; while the spongy ground and fallen leaves were damping all the sounds. The sudden silence overwhelmed me, and being only four years old and the smallest child in our group I felt very puny and vulnerable. I nearly started to cry, but decided to straighten my shoulders and look around at the others. They seemed to be totally at ease, and acted as if nothing special happened. Unnoticed I wormed my small hand into Micha's bigger hand... Micha grinned at me, and softly squeezed my hand: "It's a bit overwhelming the first time, isn't it? You will soon be used to it and have lots of fun. Let's have a look at our traps first." Fortunately he didn't think I was still a little baby! Together we left the clearing and took a winding path along a steep ravine, while Micha held my hand all the time. We crossed a small stream, and entered another clearing surrounded by enormous trees. There we halted, while one of the boys disappeared into a thick shrub. Suddenly we heard a beeping sound; and the boy reappeared, carrying a struggling marmot with a snare around its neck. Triumphantly he showed it to us, and killed it by smashing its head against a boulder. At first I was shocked; but then I realized this had to be a painless death, and certainly a better dying than being eaten alive by some predator with huge teeth and sharp claws! The marmot went into a string bag carried by a few strong boys, and we went on looking for footprints and tracks. From time to time one of the children stepped aside to look after his or her trap. Many times no animal was caught and the child had to set up the trap in a different place, but other times the snare had done its work and another small beast was added to the pile. Suddenly everybody started to laugh and point at the next animal: "Jaspi has caught a RAT! Jaspi is a rattler, Jaspi is a rattler..." Jaspi looked at us with a sour face, and threw the dead rat far away. He set up a new trap; and we went on, still laughing. Now and then one of the boys had to take a leak, and tried to spurt as high as possible, soon accompanied by a few of the other boys. Of course now and then I joined them, but my too small body didn't let me spurt that high. When one of the girls had to take a leak, they always squatted down and let their pee flow freely onto the ground. I had looked at them a couple of times, and suddenly I discovered something I had never seen before: they didn't have any peckers, as we boys so proudly used to pee through. They only had sort of a cleft between their legs... I was severely shocked, and couldn't understand why they were that different from us. Were they ill, or did they lose their peckers one day? Maybe I could be at risk myself to turn into a girl? I didn't want to lose my little pecker, because I was way too used to it! I decided to ask my Dad or Michail about this as soon as we were back home. The children set up their traps along nearly invisible animal trails, and every time I looked intently how and where they did it. Finally after all the traps were emptied or set, Micha asked me: "Do you want to try to set up a trap yourself now?" Oh yes! YES! Of course I wanted to set up a trap myself! I smiled from ear to ear, and Micha pointed to a small hill covered with a thick bush. All of a sudden I felt very nervous. What if I made a stupid mistake; or no animal was interested in my trap? Micha handed me a piece of wire, and with trembling hands I folded the wire into a snare, as I had seen the other children do. Micha nodded approvingly; and I attached the snare firmly to a nearby branch, carefully set it up along a nearly invisible animal trail, and covered it with some litter to make it invisible to the animal. I retreated, and Micha proudly ruffled my hair: "You did it like an old trapper! I think you're a natural, to set up a trap like this for the first time in your life." I blushed, and felt all warm and mushy inside. I did it like an old trapper... now THAT was a compliment! We had gathered enough small animals to have a good meal out of them, as usual. Now we decided to go for a swim, and went back to the ravine. This time we followed the path a bit further; and suddenly we arrived at a beautiful waterfall, displaying wonderful colours in the bright sunlight. I was totally in awe! Never in my life had I seen such beauty... I got tears in my eyes, while my hand wormed into Micha's bigger hand. Micha didn't say a word, but softly squeezed it. I looked at him, and he seemed to have tears in his own eyes too. Fortunately I wasn't the only crybaby here. We descended the steep ridge, while the older children considerately helped the younger ones by guiding them downwards. After some climbing we reached the bottom of the waterfall, and tumbled over each other to reach the splashing water. I jumped under the forceful stream, and choked up! That waterfall turned out to be icy cold, and I couldn't breathe any more. I nearly started to cry, until a few other children saw me and helped me overcome my fear. They showed me not to be afraid, but give my body some time to get used to the cold. Guided and reassured, I trusted myself to step under the cold-water stream again, and they appeared to be right. Two minutes later my skin started to warm up, and my breath returned. "See? We told you. Just give your body some time to get used to the cold." Now the feeling of the splashing water on my naked body was really nice, and soon I was dancing and frolicking around with the others. We followed the water downstream, and reached a beautiful lake surrounded by steep ridges and flowering bushes. Everybody immediately plunged into the inviting water, but I didn't know how to swim and hesitated... Micha rescued me, by safely holding my waist while he taught me how to use my arms and legs in the water. Soon I got the idea, and within ten minutes Micha let go of me and I swam all on my own. For the next hour Micha stayed near to me, until I could dive under the surface without panicking. I even started to dunk a few others, and they joyfully dunked me in return. From that time on I was a real water rat, and wanted to go for a swim whenever and wherever I had the slightest chance. At the end of the day we went home, carrying our animals, and gathered around the campfire. The older children skinned the animals and prepared them, while I gathered a couple of herbs and carefully mingled them as befits a good chief cook. They smeared their animals with my herbs, painstakingly controlled by me, and roasted them over the campfire. Soon a nice aroma filled the air, and even the grown-ups sniffed approvingly and smiled at me. Again the animals tasted really delicious, and soon we were all stuffed. Feeling wonderful, we went to our caravans. I crawled onto my Dad's lap, and decided to ask him my burning question: "Dad, how come girls are different from boys? I've looked at them today, and saw they don't have any peckers at all. They are taking a leak through sort of a cleft between their legs. Did they lose their peckers, and do I have to be careful with mine?" My Dad and Mom both started to laugh, and my Dad tenderly kissed my head: "Boy, you are growing fast! Do you know where you were living in before you were born?" "Yes, of course! I've been living in Mom's stomach for nine months, and sometimes I can even remember the cosy room and the reassuring 'bump, bump, bump' of her heartbeat sounding around me. Unfortunately I can't remember anything else..." "When you were born, you sort of came out of her pecker..." Huh? I had to think that over for a while! I came out of her pecker... that means her pecker has to be on the inside of her body... THAT made sense! Of course, that's why girls do have a cleft; their pecker has to be inside out. Now I understood why they had to squat down to take a leak. But how about my little sack and those two small balls? Did girls have those things on the inside too? The next hour my parents told me everything about how the organs are basically the same, but the man's penis is the woman's vagina. The man's balls are the woman's ovaries. The man's prostate is the woman's womb. I understood most of what they told me, and of course I asked them lots of questions about the rest. What was a 'prostate'? My father patiently explained it to me. Now I had a zillion other questions that popped up into my mind: "When you and I are cuddling and feeling good, we both get a stiffy and you told me why that is. Does a girl get a stiffy too, and how?" "Harry, you are one out of a million! What questions... Yes, a girl can have a stiffy too, only it's a very small one, called a 'clitoris'." I decided to have a close look at a girl the next time, to see how her 'clitoris' looked. And I was very relieved to know that I couldn't turn into a girl someday by involuntary losing my little pecker... I started to yawn, hopped off my Dad's lap, and went to bed. That night I slept better than ever before, but the next morning I felt stiff all over my body from the strolling through our woods and the swimming. My Dad grinned, and called it 'baby stiffness'. I was mad at him for calling me a 'baby', and started to punch him. Since yesterday I was a Big Boy, and I had set up my own trap in our woods! My own trap... suddenly I was in a tremendous hurry, and couldn't wait to join the others to have a look at my trap. Supposed I hadn't caught an animal? Supposed I had caught a RAT? Oh no... Please, let it be a small marmot, or maybe nothing, but not a rat... I wolfed down my food in a hurry, and went outside. Come on, where was everybody? Lazy slackers! Let's go. Slowly our yawning group gathered, until everybody had joined us. Again the older children crowded around me, but this time I felt different. I didn't feel the smallest and most vulnerable boy any more. Since yesterday I was one of them! Micha offered to take my hand, but I politely refused. Maybe I needed his hand when we reached the steep ravine, but not now... We went through the bushes, and reached the small clearing. Again we walked the same route along the ravine, while Micha looked a little bit dejected because I refused to let him take my hand. None of the other children needed a helping hand... We crossed the stream, and Joc looked at his first trap. There was nothing in it, and a bit disappointed he set it up somewhere else. We walked on, until Biny triumphantly returned from her trap with a small marmot. Again we walked on, while more and more marmots and other small animals started to join the pile. One of the boys had caught a big frog, which caused lots of laughter. He let it escape into the bushes. After a while Biny had to pee, and the other children went on without waiting for her. This time I decided to stay behind for a moment, to look at her while she peed. She laughed at me, squatted down, and let her pee splash onto the ground. I didn't see anything I hadn't seen before, so I asked her a bit hesitantly: "I've never seen a girl's 'vagina' before. Please, can I have a look at yours?" She blushed a little bit, stood up, and took my hand: "Of course! I like you, and my older brother always wants to look at me every time he's playing with himself..." She took me to a secluded place behind a thick bush, and laid herself down onto the moss. She lifted her legs high into the air, folded her heels near her ears, and suddenly I had an open view at a ten-year-old girl. I could clearly see what had to be her inward penis, called the vagina; and a little thingy that stuck out a bit and had to be a very small penis, her clitoris. I studied her intently, until finally my curiosity was satisfied and I involuntarily got a stiffy: "Thank you for letting me have a look at you! I will never forget you, being the first real girl in my life..." She blushed, stood up, and hand in hand we raced to our group in the distance who hadn't missed us at all. We went to MY trap, and now I was very nervous. What would be in it? Or would it be empty? Where were those rats... A screeching sound caught our ears, and the older children started to cheer: "A PIG! A pig! We've caught a pig! We've caught a real pig!" They stormed towards the sound and gathered around MY snare, with a fat pig in it that screamed at the top of its lungs. The pig looked at us with panic in its watery eyes, and in vain tried to free itself from the strangling snare. Micha threw his arms around my shoulders and nearly crushed me: "Little Harold, you DID it! You've caught a PIG the first time you set up a trap. It's unbelievable..." He took a heavy branch from the ground, and handed it to me: "Try to hit the pig directly behind its ears with all your force." I nodded, and took the branch into both trembling hands... At first I hesitated, because I didn't want to cause the animal any unnecessary pain. I looked around for a thing to practise on, saw an old stump, and hit it a couple of times; until I was sure I could hit the pig exactly where I wanted to hit it. Now I waited until the pig was in the right position, and swung the branch with all my force... The branch broke into two halves, and the pig fell down without uttering another sound. Everybody cheered and slapped my shoulders. I had killed my pig using only one blow, just like an old trapper! A couple of older boys tied the pig onto a thick branch; and carried it on their shoulders to the campfire, followed by us in procession. Never in my life had I felt so proud, it nearly suffocated me. I had caught a real PIG. I WAS a valuable asset to our group! Now I was officially allowed to help with preparing all the other animals, as I had definitely caught my first own animal! A couple of grown-ups saw us coming, and started to cheer. The children told them who had caught the pig and killed it using no more than ONE blow, and they all slapped my shoulders and congratulated me, praising my trapper skills. One of the grown-ups taught us how to skin and prepare my pig without making too much of a mess. For a long time I was busy with opening up the animal and cleaning out the internal organs, of course helped by a couple of grown-ups and a few of the other children. Jaspi seemed to know a lot about anatomy from a book he once bought in a town, and that day I learned a lot about how the body of a pig is functioning. Jaspi also told us that our own body is working nearly the same way... Yuck! All that blood and those organs and enormous lengths of intestines are in MY body too? I could hardly believe it, and involuntary shuddered... After the pig was cleaned out, and I had put lots of nicely smelling herbs in and on it, a few older boys put it onto a pole and hung it over the campfire to get it roasted. We went inside our caravans to wash up, and I told my parents everything about my big adventure of catching a real pig and killing it using only one blow. My Dad grinned, and proudly ruffled my hair: "Harry, Harry; you certainly know how to make an impression! Be grateful that pig chose YOU today. Thank its spirit in your mind." Huh? I had to think that over for a while, until I felt that my Dad probably was right. That pig had chosen ME to be caught by; and not one of the other children... I gratefully thanked the pig in my mind, and thought I could feel its spirit thank me in return. Or did I make that up myself? I wasn't sure, but being thankful certainly felt great. As soon as I had washed up, I returned to the campfire to look after MY pig. One of the boys turned the pole around and around, while another boy brushed some more oil and herbs onto it. Other children were roasting their own animals on long stakes, carefully smearing them with my herbs and a few drops of oil. I took over, and from now on I brushed my own pig to let it brown nicely. The smaller animals were prepared first, and divided among us. A lot of grown-ups gathered around the campfire, and helped us with the eating; still talking with affection and deference about such a small runt killing an enormous pig using only one blow... Eventually my pig was ready, and now a real feast meal was served. A few grown-ups divided the pig into chunks, and divided the chunks into huge slices. We all got a huge slice of my roasted pig, and munched on it with a mouth-watering frenzy. My pig tasted more than delicious, and all the people licked their fingers and complimented me with its excellent taste. Of course Michail was amongst the grown-ups, letting his small sons chew on their slices of pig with beaming eyes and streams of fat dribbling from their chins. He carefully wiped their faces clean with a tuft of grass, and proudly grinned at me. At last we were all stuffed to the brim, and the grown-ups took their little children with them to their caravans to wash them and put them to bed. This time my Dad and Mom didn't take me with them to our caravan. I didn't need a diaper any more, so from now on I belonged to the grown-ups and was allowed to join them around the campfire until I was too tired and wanted to go to bed myself. I looked around with a proud face, while all the 'diapers' were tucked in. Now I was a REAL Big Boy. I was dead-tired from all the adventures of the day, but didn't want to leave our group until I was forced to. I BELONGED to our group now. The grown-ups went to their caravans, and returned naked. They carried a basket with yellow soap lumps, and all the children joined them through the bushes to our woods. The woods were a little bit spooky this time, as the sun was already setting, but I was a big boy now and didn't flinch or cry. I secretly wanted to take my parent's or Micha's hand, but proudly declined... We went to our waterfall, where the grown-ups carefully helped the smaller children descend the steep ridge. We cheered, and threw ourselves under the cold-water stream, jumping up and down and panting until our bodies were used to the cold. The grown-ups started to lather us up and wash away all the sticky fat and smear of the meal. This time my Dad washed me, still looking proud. After the grown-ups washed us, they helped each other to wash and rinse off. In procession we went to our lake, where I immediately jumped into the inviting water and splashed a handful at my Dad. My Dad was stunned to see I was already able to swim all on my own: "Who taught you to swim? I was prepared to teach you myself, but I can see you already are a real water rat." "Micha taught me this afternoon, and I can dive under water too." "Micha, you did a good job! Thank you for looking after my son." Micha blushed at the compliment, and cannonballed himself into the water; immediately dunked by a beaming me. Of course he tried to dunk me back, but I dived under the surface and popped up behind his back, splashing water at him and at my Dad. Now they both swam after me, and together they threw me far away into the water. I returned immediately, and asked for more... For the rest of my life I loved that game, and couldn't get enough of it! The children tried to dunk the grown-ups; and the grown-ups tried to catch us and throw us away as far as they could, until the sun completely disappeared and everything became too chilly. Reluctantly we left the lake, climbed the ridge with a little help, followed the steep ravine, crossed the bushes, and silently joined the few grown-ups who had tended our campfire during our absence. They had raked up the campfire and put more branches onto it, so that we could warm ourselves in the radiating glow. All the children chose a nice and cosy lap to sit on, and this time I sat on my Dad's lap with beaming eyes and feeling wonderful and totally loved. Micha sat opposite of us on Michail's enormous lap, and looked at me with a big grin on his face. I knew he had lost his own Dad a couple of years ago, and I was glad that Michail and Micha seemed to like each other. I felt I had found a real friend, and grinned back. The grown-ups started to tell each other and us strange stories, and soon I was listening open-mouthed. They told us about the wintertime, when nearly all the animals were gone and the children returned from the woods empty-handed and hungry. Now the grown-ups had to find work in what they called the 'gadjo' world, the world outside our mountains where people lived in 'houses'; and where even the smallest children always wore some kind of garment, even in mid-summer when it was too hot. When they had worked, they were 'paid' for it; not with foods but with 'money', small pieces of paper with little signs on it. With the 'money' they could 'buy' us food and clothes in places called a 'market' or a 'store'. Of course I had lots of questions about that strange 'gadjo' world: "Why do you have to work to get those pieces of paper? Couldn't you fabricate that 'money' yourself?" They all started to laugh, and I felt a bit frustrated. Did I ask them such a stupid question? "My little Harry, you still have to learn quite a lot. Money is made of a special paper, and the little signs on it are very difficult to copy. When you try to duplicate money and they catch you, they send you to a 'prison' for a long time, as a punishment. It's just not allowed..." Michail rummaged in his pocket, and handed a rectangular piece of a greenish paper to Micha. Micha hopped off his lap, and handed it to me. So this had to be a piece of gadjo 'money'... My Dad had taught me to read, so I could decipher what was on the paper: '10000 LEI' "A one followed by four zero's, is that a lot? And what means that word 'LEI'?" "Yes, ten-thousand is quite a lot, but not for this money. And 'LEI' is its name." "You say 'this money', so there are other kinds of money too?" "Every country has his own kind of money. This is the Rumanian money, from the country we are living in." "So now you could buy ten-thousand caravans, or ten-thousand cars, using this little piece of paper?" Suddenly they all bellowed with laughter and slapped their knees; leaving me very frustrated. Where was the fun? When they eventually calmed down, they told me that everything has his own 'price' or 'value'. When you buy something, you have to pay its price with those small pieces of paper. When you are doing some work, you are paid the value of the amount of work you did. They can even punish you for doing stupid things, by giving you a 'fine', an amount of money you have to pay to the 'state' or to the police officers in the country. The money in other countries has other values. For example 10000 LEI here represents only 4 DOLLARS in a foreign country that's called 'America'... I had to think this over for a long time. Everything sounded logical, but where was the catch? Supposed I was hungry and living in the woods, and I had lots of that money. How could I buy food with those little pieces of paper in the middle of nowhere? What was the 'value' of money when you couldn't reach any store or market to buy something with it? With that money you were FORCED to live near other people who used that same kind of money, or else it didn't represent any value at all. That 'money' ultimately did cost you your personal freedom... At last I couldn't keep my eyes open any more, and my Mom tenderly put me to bed in our caravan. I closed my eyes, and was gone; nervously dreaming of having to work for huge piles of greenish money that represented only the value of an old and wrecked caravan... until I woke up and silently crept in between my parents. That helped, and soon I was in a deep and dreamless sleep. ============================ Thank you for reading this second chapter of 'Little Harry's youth'. My FIRST book, 'Little Harry', is for sale! It costs only $ 19.95 ... Please visit my homepage http://www.harryanders.com to buy it. It's helping other people to cope with their feelings! I love getting emails, please send them to harry@harryanders.com Maybe I will not answer all of them, but be assured I will certainly read them all! Here are a few samples from all the nice emails I got: * Dear Harry, Have just finished book one and so enjoyed it. I am not gay but was able to empathise totally with what you were writing. I am now about to start book two and am sure it will also take me from joy to tears and every other emotion as much as book one did. * Hello Harry: This is a old man who has started to read your story Little Harry, and i have to say it is great. I should have said i just finished the first 24 chapters and until the last one, i never cried, but i did several time during the reading of that last great chapter. I will reread the new chapters and see what else you are writing about in his life, and about his travels and so on... You have a great flare about writing and i thank you for your story, and i do hope you can find and publish your story into a book, and have great success in your efforts. * Enjoyed this story, I have read all your work, and still can't get enough of Little Harry. Thank you for writing such wonderfull stories. I wish all of you Love in your life, and Peace in your heart. And thanks to Nifty for hosting all those nice stories. Harry AnderS, alternative writer. I'm living in The Netherlands, and my native language is Dutch.