A CHILD Many nights I dreamt the dreams of a little ghost... I knew it must be a little ghost because it was so little and still could speak. It was very beautifulŠa beautiful ghost. It came to me and said, ''untie me.' I didn¹t know what it was tied withŠ. But there was something tying her down. No doubt about thatŠ Because whenever I said that we should play, it would say, ³But untie me first.² Last night I finally saw what was tying it down. It took me to meet its mother. The mother was dead of course. And the umbilical cord was what tying down the little ghost. It was pulled out of her mother¹s womb, you know, before it was born. Some one tore open her mother¹s tummy and pulled it out. So it was never bornŠ.it just died and became a ghost. When I told mamma and papa about the dream, they had this huge fight as to who was responsible for letting out such horrid stories in front of meŠŠ..