Last night I had my first experience. I was working with a little girl aged about 7 but she looked all of 5. Her Mum had died. She arrived in a very solomn state and did not say a peep for the first two hours (the night is three hours long) but I sat and talked to her whilst we made paper flowers.
She colored, and I misted the paper spreading the colors, dried them and attached them to chenille stix (pipe cleaners), with buttons and ribbons. As the bouquet grew so did her confidence and with every flower, she would give me a smile.
She left laughing.
The best way to pay for a lovely moment is to enjoy it. --Richard Bach