This is my take (as a five-year old) of the fairy tale Puss in Boots. For some reason I remember worrying about the fact that the cat would drown in the boots. I had in mind my grandfather's riding boots which were almost as tall as I was. Which might be of some interest in thinking about the development of thought in children. Like the much earlier drawing experience I had (maybe around three) when I was supposed to draw a house and only drew the door handle on the paper as nothing else would fit.
You can see that I copied! So young and so depraved...