January 6th, 2011
My Memories of Language Arts at School
When I was younger, I loved raccoons and I loved to write. At some point in time, probably when I was in 3rd grade, my family got a computer and a printer. As fun as Commander Keen was, my favourite thing to play with was the word processor. I vaguely remember DOS, but what I remember more were the stories I would write. I wrote about 2 raccoons, whose names I have long since forgotten. They would get into all sorts of shenanigans and solve problems. I remember I would bring these stories to class, and the teacher would always find the time to let me read them. My classmates always wanted to hear more about these two characters that I invented. I wish I could find these stories now—but I don`t have Dos! I bet the stories aren’t very good—but at the time they made me feel like an author and all my classmates loved them.
March 3rd, 2011
Myself as a Writer
2 years later…
I recall the story of Bob Schmo, a creature who went on a grand adventure. He looked like a ball of dust with bunny ears, arms, legs and opposable thumbs. Bob needed to save his beautiful princess. He went on a journey, chasing an evil wizard, accumulating magical items along his way and encountering strange and fascinating individuals.
By fifth grade, when I wrote this story, I already understood the inner workings of every fantasy story ever written. Tolkien, watch out—Bob Schmo is in town.