The Three Little Pigs’ houses were in the story when I was younger but I obviously don’t remember any of that.
One day I was walking to the shopping centre and there was a new shop which looked exactly the same thing as the Three Little Pigs’ houses; they were made of straw, sticks and bricks. Looking back, I remember the big, blue book that my mum always read to me before I went to bed. There was like an obstacle course going from one house to another. The coolest place in the world! I wish I could do it again.