Once upon a time, when I was a little boy, there was one story I would return to time and again. Before I learned to read, it was my mother or my sister I nagged to read to me and I would even ask my nanny, Edna, to read it to me. Edna was illiterate so we used to discuss the pictures and I suppose I would tell her the story, which by then I had learned by heart. That story was The Ginger Bread Man. There was something in that story about this gingerbread boy leaping away and running from the old woman, the old man, the pig,
11 Sep 2015