My mom owns the originals of my first stories, when I was about 9. Something about a zoo and another one that I can't recall right now.
At 10 I typed one up about Benji the dog in the school computer lab on an Apple IIE. Saved it to a 5 inch Floppy. Yeah, old school. I cried because the story was sad. It was so embarrassing. Benji risked his doggy life. But I don't have a copy at home to share with you.
Can you remember your first story?
P.S. Yes, I know, I should be editing, but I am waiting on primer to dry so I can paint my bedroom. Not enough time to really sink my teeth into it. Besides, I need a little time away from the tale so I can look at it with fresh eyes. Therefore, I paint!
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