It’s been month of memories, while cleaning out files. Amazing what you find when you take the time to do so. I’ve shared stories about my essay writing, and the poems I used to write, and now I want to share about a story I wrote when I was a little girl. I really have been writing a long time!
As you can see, I liked color! Haha! This must have been written in the spring, because it discusses what I’d hoped we’d do that summer. I was pretty young when I wrote this, but I seem to have known what I wanted, from visiting my grandparents in Pennsylvania to watching a professional baseball game.
I don’t know if it was that particular summer or not, but I do recall a visit to see my grandparents. I remember bunk beds in my aunts (?) bedroom, a toy snake, and a visit to a school with my Aunt. I also remember getting lost, and a woman asking me if I was Rose’s granddaughter and pointing me in the right direction of her house. I think all the houses looked alike.
According to my father, I loved to read when I was little too. I’m not surprised, as I do so love reading and writing now.