This is me, I'm thinking around three years old. And laughing at someone's joke, clearly. As I flipped through my old picture album, I was reminded how nice my childhood was, and how lucky I am to have all these good memories (there were a lot of smiley-me pictures to choose from).
As a writer, I'm not the same girl who wrote those dark stories umpteen years ago--which is understandable, especially since I write for kids now. But it's good to remember where you came from sometimes. I actually wrote a short story recently, and was reminded to do more of it. And I ticked off one of my plans for 2015, so that felt good.
I still like to have a good laugh like three year-old Fleur, though, so that hasn't changed.
How about you? Do you look back and realize you write differently, or read different books?
I recently came across a story I wrote in third grade. In the story, a girl named "Amy" (surprise, surprise) married a boy from her first grade class. They lived happily ever after. The End.
ReplyDeleteHopefully, my writing has improved since then!
I tried poetry in high school--who doesn't, right? I'm not sure how I managed to be pretentious and utterly naive at the same time.
ReplyDeleteHa! Those stories are pretty good... I wasn't even thinking as far back as elementary/high school when I wrote this post. I don't have any writing left from that time. I imagine it would make me cringe :-)
ReplyDeleteFleur, I remember writing a short story when I was a kid, probably around eight or ten years old, and submitting it to my uncle who was a journalist. He told me to cut it down by half! I don't know if I did but it was published, in the children's section, I think.
ReplyDeleteThat's really cool, Prashant--published as a kid already! I'll bet you were so proud.
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