"Nikki sat with her feet tucked under her as she stared out of the window with a queer old-fashioned thoughtfulness in her big eyes. She was such a little girl that one did not expect to see such a look on her small face. It would have been an old look for child of twelve, and Nikki was only seven." Reads a scene in my favorite children's book. What book of your childhood surfaces from your memories and how would you visualize it with our dear Nikki? No restrictions, everything is allowed, have fun!
