In the light we play

In the light we play. In the light we laugh. This is our house, and this is our garden. This is where we live. We all live here. One big family. That's the sun. It is shining outside, it has a warm and smiling face for everyone to see; that's the grass, it is bright green, and these are new flowers growing up from the dirt. Inside its much more dark, darker than it looks from outside. Only a little light comes in through the windows, it can be very scary. Very scary, when it gets dark inside; even though it's a lovely house, and looks so nice from outside. In the dark all the monsters come out, they hide in the light pretending to be curtains, and chairs, and sometimes they hide in people too. There are no bright flowers inside, and the suns big bright smile is harder to see; this is our living room, but sometimes there's no one in it, there are some corners we aren't allowed to go. In that corner is our play pen, all the light shines in through the top and the sides; sometimes you can see shadows on the side; the shadows of mummy and daddy as they walk past, the shadows of the grownups. Their shadows sometimes look bigger than they are. Sometimes we peer over the edge, and look out at the living room, where all the grownups are. We can watch them, we can see them, we can see much more than their shadows. They teach us all we know. We learn and we remember. We always remember. We see everything. We remember everything. Can you see?