People are Odd
Jimmy looked up in awe at the ruined castle walls that towered above him. When you are eleven most things tower above you, and when you are eleven and ‘short for your age’, as his mother said, pretty much everything towered above you. Many children might find that intimidating, or frightening even, but Jimmy loved it. He loved the look of the huge building, the feel of the ancient rough stone under his hands. When he was in a castle he was in heaven. This one was particularly special because it was his hundredth castle. He had been obsessed with castles since he was three years old, whenever anyone asked him where he wanted to go, his only answer was ‘castle’. His mother used to say his first word was ‘castle’, although in reality it was probably ‘peepee’, or something equally as revolting, he was a boy after all. For his hundredth castle he had chosen Corfe Castle in Dorset, because he’d read about it in a book from school. He had done his research too, it was one of the earliest...