Yes, a hoodie I would also wear, I have plenty of them in my own care, They are very nice and oh, so cosy, When British weather is not too rosy, Great they are, to keep
one's ears warm, Even if, when taking them off, messy hair the norm, On a Macintosh, in rain, to keep one dry, When carrying two shopping bags, for my brolly, cannot cry, Handy they are, any sad face to hide, But cannot help what is on the inside, Not the clothes that maketh the man, That was never that of the God plan, I am a young pensioner, in that of the heart, With my hoodies I have no plans to part, They are part of this day and age, Used even, by monks and such, during their living phase, So all is not bad in our time and day, Regardless of what the gloom makers may say.
Following three children--one on her first solo flight ever, one who is a frequent flyer because her parents are divorced, and one who is traveling to San Diego for surf camp--Flying Solo teaches young people about what it's like to check one's luggage through security, how to make
one's ears "pop" at high altitudes (by yawning or chewing gum), what it's like to see the world from high in the sky, and more.