What are some of your fondest childhood memories? I loved visiting my grandparents – my Grandmother would make cinnamon toast, my Grandfather would sneak us tons of Tahiti Treat soda (oh god, I can feel the sugar rush just thinking about it!) and they had AN ELECTRIC TYPEWRITER.
It must have driven my grandparents nuts, that they had closets full of fun old toys they’d saved for future grandchildren, but the only thing I ever wanted to do was clack-and-buzz away on that old electric typewriter. (If you’ve never used an electric typewriter, you’ve missed out. It made the strangest, most captivating sounds.)
It was the coolest thing I’d ever played with. (Apologies, forests, for the reams and reams of paper I must have wasted with indecipherable letter combinations and nonsensical half-stories.)
My grandparents recently mailed me a few drawings from my childhood (of what, I couldn’t tell you) and, to my delight, two “stories” I’d written when I was six.
And now I’m going to share them with you. (see below.)
Did you write any stories as a child? What were they about? (Apparently mine often feature storms. Or almost do.)
