a nostalgic look back
I got my diploma in the mail yesterday! It's lovely, and beautiful, and made of so much win. I'll say the same thing about it, as I said about my new laptop, if it's possible to be in love with a piece of paper, I am.
I was feeling a little sad yesterday, as it was the first day back at school, and I wasn't there to teach my kids. P.S. : when will my kids stop being my kids? I don't think ever <33 So I went home, and looked in my bookcase for a book which I had written when I was nine years old in the fourth grade. My elementary school had this place where kids could make their own books. We wrote it, we typed them up, the book ladies bound them for us, and then we got to illustrate them. For whatever reason, I wrote a western book called 'Stranger', and to this day, I'm still kind of proud of my nine year old story telling.
So, I present to you dear reader, the literary masterpiece, 'Stranger'
I don't know if a kid in fourth grade now could get away with using beer in their story, but I did. The epic drawing skills are also only beginning.
Thanks Miss Daisy for all that important information. Once again, those epic drawing skills. Oh yeah.
If everyone was told to stop, why was he walking away? Those deadly cowboys with no feet will get ya'!Again, with the beer, and epic drawing skills.
Not quite sure what 'pssssss' is about. Whispering?
Could I have used anymore letters on this page?
Sadly, there are no more epic drawings, just epic storytelling now. All it takes is 'stop' apparently for everything to be okay.
LOVE.IT.