Memories

     So, right now our family is having a moving day throughout our house.  I'm moving into my sisters room, my brother is taking my old room, another brother is going into a camping trailer, and my two youngest brothers and taking the room those two other brothers left.  If that makes any sense I shall applaud you.  So as I was cleaning up my old room I found a big binder with some of my old school work in it.  And in that school work I found an old story my mother had me write when I was little.  Actually the first time I wrote the story it was in a purpler notebook with pictures.  This one was a few years later, It was a copy of my old story and then the story written correctly. 
     I'm guessing I was around 7, maybe, when I wrote this story so here it is. 


                             The boy Thats lust enn The was
a little boy Got lust enn The was he su a lat he wit Twts The lat bt The lat was net tar he su a man The man sib walo boy The boy sid walo hva wi mit no boy wi hva net mit boy.


Yes I was quite amazing at a young age.  I consider near to a masterpiece.  So years later I find this story and I think, I might want to know what I was actually trying to say.  First think about what this might mean to you... ha.   Here you go, the new and improved story. 

                                           The Boy Thats Lost in the Woods

A little boy got lost in the woods.  He saw a light he went towards the light.  But the light was not there.  He saw a man.  the man said "Hello boy." 

The boy said "Hello man, have we met."

"No boy we have not met boy."

Yep, so that was a little part of my childhood.