My mom gave me a folder with all of my old report cards, awards, stories, and art that I had done in my youth. Wow, talk about looking into your past. Here's a story I wrote when I was 6 years old.
When I Grow Up
When I grow up I am going to be a policeman. I want to be a policeman because I think it is fun. I will ride a motorcycle. I will give tickets to those who speed. When I am a policeman I will be 25 years old. I will be true and honest and kind. I will live in Georgia. The city I will live in is Lilburn, Ga.
I'm not sure why I thought being a policeman would be fun. It doesn't seem like it would be fun to me now. I'm still living in Georgia, close to Lilburn, and I think I got the true, honest and kind stuff down (I hope, constant work in progress, that) so I guess I'm close to most of my 6 year old predictions. Can you believe I got a creative writing award for that? I must have been watching too much CHiP's or something.
Next....1981
When I Grow Up
When I grow up I am going to be a policeman. I want to be a policeman because I think it is fun. I will ride a motorcycle. I will give tickets to those who speed. When I am a policeman I will be 25 years old. I will be true and honest and kind. I will live in Georgia. The city I will live in is Lilburn, Ga.
I'm not sure why I thought being a policeman would be fun. It doesn't seem like it would be fun to me now. I'm still living in Georgia, close to Lilburn, and I think I got the true, honest and kind stuff down (I hope, constant work in progress, that) so I guess I'm close to most of my 6 year old predictions. Can you believe I got a creative writing award for that? I must have been watching too much CHiP's or something.
Next....1981
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how was your weekend? quiet?