A terrible pain travels up my arm. I scream and pull hard to try and free myself. Nothing happens. I try again. This time I push against the boulder with my knees at the same time. It's no good. The boulder is a lot heavier than I am. I am stuck and there's no way out.
Now, after six years, sometimes I am not sad. And sometimes I am happy.
"Do you think about the little prince often?" You ask me. And here is my answer: YES!
I look up at the stars and I remember the little prince and his flower and our sheep.