A beautiful story of a much loved Grandmother who dies, by Hans Christian Andersen. Read fairy tales, bedtime stories, poems for kids and stories for kids here!
“Life’s bad enough without your grandmother feeding you stories about what she’s got in her basement,” my mother says. My grandmother says my mother takes after her father’s side of the family. My grandmother has told me she would show me the man in her basement when I turned fifteen. But, to get back on what my story is about, I'll try to stay on topic. Ok, so, as you now know, I'm short and it took a while for me to learn how to walk. One thing that many people don't know though is that I still pee/poop myself in my sleep. Having nocturnal enuresis/bowel movements has been a struggle. No sleepover's, no camping, nothing.