Spring awakening,

Spring in my step,

Potential overflowing,

Never out of my depth.

With confidence I stride,

I have youth on my side.

Too young to be afraid,

Every dawn, a new day,

Face turned to the sun,

It feels good to be young.

With confidence I stride,

I have youth on my side.

Untapped potential,

The world at my feet,

I glide as I stride,

Along easy street.

With confidence I stri...

Michael always had, what could best be described, as an overactive imagination. He was always regaling us with some story about this or that. Magic and mysteries were his forte. Once he believed that the action figures in his bedroom were coming to life during the night while he slept. Another time, he was convinced that Mr and Mrs Wood, the elderly couple who lived opposite our modest terraced ...