He came into the house in great anger, and demanded to know who the mischievous person was who had cut away the bark. Nobody could tell him anything about it. Just then George, with his little hatchet, came into the room. I did cut it with my little hatchet. A renowned feminist teaches us how to follow our dreams .
Children are like kites .
They hit the roof. You patch, comfort and assure them that someday they will fly. A Chinese panacea to cure every sorrow one might have. Share this old-time wisdom from George Washington's cherry tree.