I WISH TO BE A SAILOR
 MY name is Robinson Crusoe. I was born in the old city of York,
where there is a broad river, with ships coming and going.
When I was a little boy, I spent much of my time looking at
How pleasant was the quiet stream, flowing,
always flowing, toward the
I liked to watch the ships as they came in with their white
sails spread to the wind.
I liked to think of the strange lands which they must have
visited, and of the many wonderful things they must have
 I wished to be a sailor. I thought how grand it must be to
sail and sail on the wide blue sea, with the sky above and
the waves beneath. Nothing could be pleasanter.
My father wanted me to learn a trade. But I could not bear
the thought of it. I could not bear the thought of working
every day in a dusty shop.
I did not wish to stay in York all my life. I wanted to see
the world. I would be a sailor and nothing else.
My mother was very sad when I told her.
A sailor's life, she
said, was a hard life. There were many storms at sea, and
ships were often wrecked.
She told me, too, that there were great fishes in the sea,
and that they would eat me up if I fell into the water.
Then she gave me a cake, and kissed me. "How much safer it
is to be at home!" she said.
But I would not listen to her. My mind was made up, and a
sailor I would be.
When I was eighteen years old, I left my pleasant home and
went to sea.