Much to my surprise, I found this next entry in the notes on my iPhone yesterday afternoon. It was entirely written by my son on the first day of our six-week trip round Italy last summer, when he was just seven years old. I’ve tweaked the grammar slightly, but otherwise this ‘part two’ is in Jackson’s words.
First when we got here, we were in Milano for one day, we unpacked all our stuff. For a while I went on my iPad and after that we explored the place. We took lots of pictures and saw beautiful things. We saw a castle with lots of flags – even ours (England) – it was very pretty.
After, we saw a black guy who put string on my wrist. Dad told him, ‘No’. He insisted on saying it was for free.
We went off and saw a beautiful building and saw a beautiful floor and after we got an ice cream. I had chocolate and chocolate chip. Dad had a big coffee. In the meanwhile we went to the edge of the building. We got stung by a spider and giggled.
We went home and I got a lolly and went to the the best pizza place in the world. We played Uno and got a pizza. It was delicious. We went to bed and then left Milano.