Unearthed: My First Story
While going through boxes in the basement, I found my baby book. My mother had tucked this piece of paper inside:
I don’t know how old I was, but I had to have been pretty young. (Mom, do you remember?)
If you click to enlarge, you can just barely make out that: 1) I had yet to master the lower-case a; 2) the spelling of the word “cousin” had me completely flummoxed; and 3) my understanding of story structure has come a long way. “Look! Look! A bird nest. We will have to take care of it. If we don’t it will die.” “OK. Let’s go to the store and buy a big Ice-Cream.” “OK. A big big big one!”
So much for the poor little bird. But, I mean, come on! Ice cream!
At the bottom of the page, my mom wrote: “She wrote this story completely by herself. Maybe we have a budding author on our hands.”
Aw, Mom! Sniffle…
Karen E. says:
How cute (and prophetic!) 🙂
On September 22, 2006 at 9:44 am
Your Mom thinks you were about five. Any chance there might be a sequel to that story? (…a chapter book, perhaps!)
On September 22, 2006 at 7:02 pm
Is that the cutest thing or what?
My mom did the same for me and I have my first story which is about kittens who are lost and found almost immediately (nothing like a missing narrative arc to show off writing talent at an early age, huh?). I spent a great amount of time thinking of clever names for those kitties though. 🙂
Loved the peek at your handwriting, spelling and punctuation. There is nothing like real evidence of misspellings to remind you that none of us were born super spellers.
On September 23, 2006 at 8:38 am
Aaaww…I bet your little ones loved seeing this bit of Mommy History.
On September 23, 2006 at 9:23 am
I love it, and you know what else I love? The handwriting reminds me of Jane’s writing when she was little. You ought to make a comparison. The s and a’s in particular.
On September 30, 2006 at 9:01 pm