When I was a child, I remember that I was very upset about some childish thing, I can’t remember what it was but I do remember something far more importnat - in her effort to calm my tantrum, my grandmother sat me down and almost whispered to me that underneath my fingernail there was a whole world just like ours. A sun with planets circling round it, an earth with people just like us, and lots of children who were happy, sad, laughing and crying just like me. The thought certainly distracted me from my tears and there was a ...