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One of the first cars my parents had was an old Morris Minor. It was small and black with running boards on each side to help you get in, and Daddy used to start it up with a crank at the front of the engine. He would park it in the driveway next to the little lawn in front of two bushy Mountain Ash trees with spikey leaves and loads of red berries in bunches.

One night I remember walking out into the front garden. The car was in the driveway and all was quiet and still. There weren’t many cars in those days.

I looked up into the sky, which was full of stars, all different colours: white, pink, shades of green and blue, it was very beautiful.

Starry Night 1 Ink pen and brush. Carole Day

When I look at the stars now they all seem to be white. Are the stars all white or are they all the colours of the rainbow?

Starry Night 2 Ink pen and brush. Carole Day

Perhaps it is only children who can see the colours of the stars.


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