Amongst all the junk that Mumsy brought down for me over the summer were a couple of books, weekend diaries from my primary school years. I believe that I’ve quoted from them before. However, this past week saw me pick one up and start at the back. And there are two stories. I don’t know if they were written from my own imagination, or simply adapted from stories that I had either read, or had read to me by someone.
So, I’m going to share them in the understanding that if I did indeed adapt them from somewhere one of you [because at least one of you is a great literature expert] will be able to tell me. And if they were adapted I’m desperate to know the original author / title because then I can read it and see just how superior mine is.
Also, I do think they’re pretty fandangly. And I just want to show off. The little girl, aged seven, who played schools with a make-believe Katie Finger back in 1981 would be proud … [all grammatical errors are those of a (just turned) seven year old, thank you]
The Girl & Boy That Died.
There once were two children called Sally and David. Sally was seven and David was nine the two children lived in a house by the sea. You only had to go past
to two streets and then you were there.
Neally evry day they went down to the sea. One day they all went down to the sea for a walk. They picked nice shells. Then they went home. They soon lost
there their way home because it was getting very very dark indeed. It was neally midnight as well. When they got lost the children died.
[How sad! said my teacher]
Annie the Invisible Girl.
There was once a little girl called Annie. She lived between two villages one was called greenvill and one was called bluevill. they were all horrible children because the greenvill children were unkind to Animals. But the bluevill children were unkind to flowers and trees. The greenvill children fought the bluevill children. When ever the children fought Annie would stay in door. Some of the greenvill children made traps and dug big holes for traps which Annie fell down. The bluevill children chased her to catch her.
Perhaps one day I’ll be able to have my words published.
[having read them again, i’ve decided that i’m hoping they were adapted because the mind of the (just turned) seven year old that i was sounds a trifle mixed-up]
please God bless the little girl I once was xxx Elsabeth
:::Edit::: Yay! My NotSoUglyStepSister had a baby girl, Rhianna, last week! [Emails that end with see you soon well within the next ten years make me laugh. Ah, you’ve gotta love that zany sense of humour belonging to The Father, although you may feel like correcting his grammatical errors first]