It's never too late to learn to animate
I was going to bed on the first night in the new house. Of course I was on my own because your father had died a long time before that. All of a sudden, I sensed a presence near my bed. Cold, just cold … and I knew it was a ghost.
“What did you do?”
I said… I don’t know who you are but I don’t want you here. Go away.
“Did it?”
Yes.
“Do you believe in ghosts, Mum?”
I met one in the very last house I lived in.
Coo-eee, dear. Happy Halloween!
“Mum! Don’t do that.”
Oh you should see your face. It does make me laugh. You take things too seriously you know.
“Do you think the man knows about his Inner Father?” How would I know? You’d have to ask him. “Supposing they don’t know about their Inner Mothers and Fathers… but the Inner Parents know about each other, they look as if they do.”
Gordon Bennett. What are you talking about now? I just don’t understand you sometimes. I don’t, really.
“I know… You used to tell me that quite often.”
Ooh look ladies …
… an Inner Father.
syb & me 