that time me and my sister went to a cottage near Wasagi (Balm Beach/Ossosane) and we found a journal/guestbook; wrote a nice little thank you in the nice but naive way kids have;

dad found it, gave us trout to beat the band, couldn't write his own (some kind of free verse about flying, i doubt he allowed me to read it, or if I did i don't remember a thing about it) but lose quoted a few parts she kinda remembered

something like

flight above the landscape
air whistling by my ears
it's beautiful up here etc.

nice enough, he could have gotten better with time!

but yeah
he had about 50 million drafts, there were pages all over the place
but then he gave us trout again
the end.