I've always had a vivid imagination. When I was very small my best friend was Maud who lived under the dinningroom table. I would crawl underneath and hidden by the table cloth we would share secrets. Only Maud knew how terrified I was of the sinister something that lived at the bottom of my bed waiting for me to streach out so it could grab my by the toes and pull be down into a world of terror. I sure that's why I'm a shorty, because you see I never streatched out in bed. Hopscotch happened when I was watching some children play the game, One little girl fell flat on her face. Just suppose she had been sucked down the sixth square when she bent too pick up her marker, Dear reader, I hope you enjoy reading my book as much as I enjoyed writing about Jeff, Brenda and Nadia's adventures after they played a innocent game of hopscotch.