Small beginnings

Jan 18, 2013 17:14

Hi. My name is John.

I live in this nice trailer house that’s just inside town. It’s not a big city, like Little Rock or where Sesame Street is, but we’ve got streets and a store and a post office and a church and 200 people.

The house is on just one acre. Dad says it’s small, he just has a garden and some chickens, but soon we’ll move to a house with 13 acres so he can have some cows and maybe some pigs. It will also be closer to school, my school, where I’ll start First Grade next year.

I do lots of stuff. I like my Matchbox cars. I got a green Thunderbird one for Christmas once, and that’s why my favorite color is green. Since it’s a Thunderbird, the car can fly. It’s the leader of all the other cars, so they can fly, too.

I play alone. We just got my baby sister, so she doesn’t do much and Mom takes care of her so I go outside and play on the swing-set. The Muppets will join me and we’ll all sing “Yellow Submarine.” I know it’s pretend. But it’s still fun.

Cookie Monster is a good friend, but some monsters are bad. I’ll get out my toy rifle and hunt them. Mom tells me to come back before dinner.

I come in, and watch TV. There’s Mr. Rogers and Sesame Street, and stuff for grown-ups like “Laugh-In” which I like, and the news, which I don’t. It’s a black-and-white TV, but sometimes the peacock comes on and a voice says, “This program is in living color.” And I believe, and watch the shows in color.

I have lots of stories, in my head. There’s the times I hunt the monsters, and the time it didn’t go so well. There’s the Thunderbirds’ adventures, and what the other cars did after I lost my green car (green is still my favorite color, though). There’s stories of cowboys like in movies or the books Dad reads to us. There’s stories like in the Neighborhood of Make-Believe. And stories of getting caught in the rain, and finding mysterious places and treasure, and going to cities and rivers and mountains, and adventures with animal friends.

Soon, in school, I’m going to learn how to write them all down. I hope I do it before I forget them.

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This is my entry for LJ Idol Exhibit A, Week 0, Topic: Introduction. This entry is all true (it’s a fiction journal, but we should be honest in introductions). Alas, nearly all of those stories I composed before I turned six are forgotten. I’ll come up with some new ones for the coming weeks.

lj idol, memory, exhibit a, nonfiction

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