I know that these “childhood treasures” of mine are not interesting to many of you, but since this *is* a journal of sorts, I’m throwing this out there.
I was so excited to find this story that I don’t recall ever seeing before. I wrote it before my mom died, so I must have been almost 8. I vividly remember sitting in our office plucking at the keys feeling so grown up, although until now I couldn’t tell you what I wrote. So, the exciting part about finding this story is that it completes the memory. It almost makes me want to find an old type writer to let my kids type with…….there is something about trying to get the words just right so that the whole paper isn’t covered in white-out that my children will never understand using a word processor.
( HOW THE SUN AND THE MOON GOT IN THE SKY )