Boots, Hardi, and a Piece of Cheese

I believe that we are all writers. Underneath all our memories, the thoughts and opinions, every single one of us has a story to tell. (For most, multiple stories is more accurate.) Our inner writers evolve at a very young age. Think back to your childhood, or think of your kids now, and you'll know what I'm suggesting. As children, we're forced to create stories on a regular basis, inventing scenarios for our toys, making sense of the world around us, lying to get ourselves out of trouble...

Lately, I've been sorting through papers and attempting to re-organize my office. I came across a binder filled with report cards and assignments from my elementary school days (I'm still not sure what I should do with it all) and I loved reading some of the stories I wrote as a kid. The writing is quite terrible, but they are so filled with imagination. Some days, I wish I could get that imaginative spark back.

Our literary selves start somewhere. If you're reading this post, chances are you enjoy words, and stories, and everything that goes with them. What did your (very) early stories look like? Did you write poems? Lyrics? Is there any writing routine from your childhood that you wish you could have back now?

Behold, a story entitled Boots, Hardi, and a Piece of Cheese, written by yours truly in the third grade. Enjoy.