I wrote the first one when I was in third grade. It was the weekend, the library was closed, and I had finished my books. I wrote a story so I'd have something to read!
This is what I remember about that story, which was an adventure, written in the first person, in which I starred.
I went exploring and, among other things, picked berries in the falling snow. After I had walked for awhile, I came to a cave filled with jewels... and some thieves!
I captured the thieves and ended up with a great reward, PLUS the jewels. Then I went home.
The story ended with me asking my mother the next week, "Can I go exploring?"
In retrospect, I wonder how much that story was influenced by the stories Little Lulu told to Alvin in the comic books.
I remember, just barely, a humorous poem I wrote in the sixth grade. It was about someone who robbed a supermarket, and was chased and caught. The last line, spoken to the thief, was, "You forgot your trading stamps."
(Mom and I collected Plaid Stamps; I've forgotten what prize or prizes we got.)
And then there were the stories and poems I wrote in my early and middle teens. At least one was written as an English-class assignment; I later re-wrote it as a fanfic.
Someday, maybe I'll remember enough about at least SOME of my old stories to be able to rewrite them. Perhaps not for publication though; perhaps just for myself.
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