As many of you know, I have enjoyed writing ever since I was a little girl. I've shared some of my earliest stories with you on my previous blog (The Woman Who Did Not Speak and My Early Masterpieces), but, now, another early story of mine has resurfaced. It is my pleasure to introduce to you... "Siekrits," by seven-year-old Abbey:
Anna and Sarah were best friends. They walked to school together.
"I have a secret to tell you," Anna said.
"What?" said Sarah.
"I have to move away."
"Because my aunt Ruth invited us-"
"-to live with her until fall."
"At least you will come back," said Sarah.
"No, I won't. My mother won't."
"Goodbye," said Sarah.
"Goodbye," said Anna.
Four months later...
"Mom, I got a letter from her!
"Who from, dear?"
"Mom, it is from Anna! Oh, she is coming back!"
"Hi!" said Anna.
"Hi!" said Sarah.
"I'm sure glad to see you."
The unedited version:
anna and Sarha wr Best fens Tha wakt to Skool. together
i haf a siekrit to to tl you anna seod
wat saod sarha
i haF to muF awa
BBut Y o
Bekas. my aNt ruth iNFiDID as
to liF with hoR intil fol
at lest you wil kam Bak seod serha
NO i wont my mathr wONt
GuD Boy! sad sarha
GuD Boy! saoD anna
4 mAthS ladr
mom i gat A latr!
ho FRom Der.
mom it is FRom anna! oh She is kaming Bak!
hi! seod anna
hi! seod sarha
im Shr GlaD to se you
My favorite part of the story is "4 maths ladr..."
It's fun to look back at my old (old old old) writing. Part of the fun is decoding my horrible spelling. Do you ever look back at old writing projects and laugh?