Billy Wright, six-year-old hero of the novel WHAT I DID, blogs here:
Do you have a secret?
So you probably want me to tell it to you.
And I’d quite like to tell it to you.
Because that’s what having a secret is like.
Tell me, the secret says. Tell me to everyone! I’m a secret. Let me out!
And I really want to!
But I can’t.
Because the whole point about having a secret is that you have to keep it to yourself. Yes, even though you desperately want to tell everybody, you shouldn’t, you mustn’t, you can’t.
Because it’s secret.
Still, don’t worry. I’ve drawn a honey bear. It found the honey anyway because it person veered, and you will probably find out about my secret in the end too. Honey bears have excellently long sharp claws. My secret is about a fence.