I am still here. The notebook for Age Seven has been sitting open on my desk for so long that there is a light coating of dust on the blank white pages. The refusal of Age Six to co-operate in any way has taken the wind out of my sails. My fellow students are speeding ahead--Sonavio is such a beautiful Age, and Zephyr Cove was breathtaking even in its first release. What is it they know, what is it they do, that I do not?
Till I know that, it is hard to see any point in my trying.
I must learn more.