Words

Words tantalize me.

I disappeared into them as a child, on journeys that would otherwise have been withheld from me. In the pages of Born Free and Daktari I travelled to Africa and tramped across plains where zebra and cheetah fought life and death battles.

I felt the damp earth between my fingers as I lay prone, crying on Old Yeller’s grave. My skin flushed with warmth as I danced with Robin while Will Scarlet filled the forest with music and song.

The arrival of the teenage years brought with it a whole new arena for my exploration of words.

Music.

Each teenage angst I worked my way through was usually more eloquently expressed by someone other than me to the accompaniment of music.

I am convinced that if you really look – and these days with the WWW at your fingertips, there really is no excuse to say you can’t – you will find a song that is aptly suitable for any situation that occurs in your life.

To imagine a life without words scares the crap out of me.

Luckily I was born long after the human race left grunting at each other behind.