3 Day Quote Challenge: Day 3

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Well, I was looking at the lyrics of Day by Day by Andrew Peterson, trying to pick just one quote from it, but I couldn't; it's all too good. He's such a wordsmith, and his songs are so inspired. The tune is equally beautiful.

Well, we took a train to Kensington
And listened to the children run
Just beyond the garden gate
Where Peter and Wendy played

There was a sign that said we weren't allowed
To duck inside and join the crowd
Without a son or daughter's hand
To lead us into Neverland

And it hurt so bad
But it's so good to be young
And I don't want to go back
I just want to go on and on and on
Day by day, day by day

And everybody's so surprised
When right before your very eyes
Your baby's in the second grade
You blink and it's her wedding day

And we just can't get used to being here
Where the ticking clock is loud and clear
Children of eternity
On the run from entropy

And it hurts so bad
But it's so good to be young
And I don't want to go back
I just want to go on and on and on

Day by day, day by day

So don't lose heart
Though your body's wasting away
Your soul is not
It's being remade
Day by day by day

Well, you have never met a single soul
Who didn't feel the curse's toll
Who didn't wish that death would die
Maybe that's the reason why

And it hurts so bad
But it's so good to be young
And I don't want to go back
I just want to go on and on and on

So don't lose heart
Though your body's wasting away
Your soul is not
It's being remade
So don't lose heart
Don't lose heart
Your body will rise and never decay
Day by day by day

Again I have no choice but to tag fictional characters. Poor me. :D

Zack Somethingsomething at I Like Things That Go 'Boom'
Hurrykat at How to Fly
Spanner at I Have Competitive Issues

Hannah's Horrid Happenings

 Wrote this children's story hurriedly once, then re-read it recently and loved it! I'm thinking about illustrating it... What are your thoughts? Comment below!

“Get up, Hannah. Today is school picture day.”

But Hannah didn’t want to. She was having a perfectly delightful dream about little men shaped like pills, and that was much more interesting than whatever picture day. The pill men were rolling around in a line, putting on a show for her, and they looked so funny.  Mum pulled the covers off of Hannah. She pulled Hannah off of the bed.

“Mummmmyyyy…” Hannah moaned. “You’re making me forget my dream.”

Mum didn't care. Grown ups are like that. She left the room without apologizing, or saying good morning or trying to help her remember her dream.

Soon Mum came back into the room.

“Get dressed, Hannah. Today is school picture day.”

But Hannah didn’t want to. She was writing down a perfectly brilliant idea she’d had about a story with a very bad weasel, and that was much more interesting than school whatever day. The weasel could be working for the bad guys, and he could drop off the ransom note, and then maybe –

Mum closed Hannah’s notebook on her. She dropped the clothes on Hannah’s lap.

“Mummmyyy…! You’re making me forget my idea.”

Her mum made her get dressed. She made her wear a stiff white shirt and a skirt. She even made her braid her hair! Yesterday Mum had let her wear galoshes and her pink jacket, and let her keep her hair down. That was a perfectly good day. This was a perfectly horrid day.

After breakfast she tried to explain all the kinds of fairies to Morgan. "There's flower fairies, butterfly fairies, water fairies, um... and then there's..."
Morgan wasn't listening. He was trying to put his face into his bib.

"Wash up, Hannah. It's school picture day."

But Hannah didn't want to. Fairies were much more interesting than school whatever day. She stuck out her tongue at Mum and told Morgan, "There's night fairies, and.... umm..."

Mum scolded Hannah. She made Hannah wash her hands and face.

“Mummmmyyyyy…! You’re making me forget the last kind of fairy.”

Obviously Mum didn’t care about anything. What a perfectly horrid day.

She had a perfectly horrid ride to school. She had to sit in a perfectly horrid stool and sit up perfectly straight.

"Say cheese," said the happy picture man.

Hannah crossed her arms and made a grumpy face. She was not going to smile for the camera. School picture day had ruined a perfectly good day.

The man pulled a funny face that wasn’t at all funny. She scowled at the picture man. His head looked like a pill. His face looked like a weasel. His shirt looked like a bib.

Just then, Hannah's day got perfectly wonderful. She remembered her dream. She remembered her idea. She remembered the last kind of fairy. She gasped in delight.

Click.

“Lovely,” said the picture man, smiling down at his camera. “Next?”