As we all know by now, I’ve wanted to be a writer for a long time. When I was in third grade, I started to keep a notebook of short stories. I would cut out pictures from magazines (usually of toys and dolls) and then write a story based on the picture. I created picture prompts, before we ever had to do them on standardized tests. I also dated every story because even as an 8 year old, I was already a little anal about keeping track of things.
I would now like to share with you a synopsis of some of these stories. If anyone would like to read the full versions, just let me know. I’m happy to share.
The Girls and the Roller Skates
Written on October 29, 1997
This was one of the first ones I wrote, and I chose to talk about it, mostly because of the characters. I named the African American girl Kimmi, after my sister (who is white, by the way). The blonde girl, I named Megan, after…nobody. Why I would name one character after my sister and the other a random name, I don’t know. I also really need to work on making tenses agree: “Once there lived two little girls. Their names are Megan and Kimmi. They were best friends.” This story is about two best friends who go out together to buy roller skates, but after spending a day skating throughout town, they realize the skates don’t come off. They had to spend the night sleeping in them, and then they got them off. That’s it. No explanation on how they came off, they just did. Then they returned their new skates to the store and went back to using the old ones. The end.
The Girl Who Loved Minni Mouse
Written on November 2, 1997
Don’t worry, my other sister gets a character named after her, too. In this story, Keri is a young girl who is obsessed with “Minni” Mouse. Then Keri’s parents take her to Disney Land, and Keri gets to meet Minnie Mouse. She goes on rides and meets other characters. That’s the whole story. The end.
The Girl Who Loved Cady
Written on November 5, 1997
I should start off by saying I was a terrible speller as a child (and also as an adult). I honestly thought that “candy” was spelled c-a-d-y. Anyway, this story is the cautionary tale of a girl named Lauren who only ate candy. One day her mom took her to the dentist. She didn’t have a cavity (I managed to spell that correctly), but the dentist told her to stop eating so much candy. It ends with “Soon Lauren went home. She was happy and hungy. She ate a corrt.” Yup, I can spell cavity correctly, but not candy, hungry, or carrot. The end.
The Boy and His Doll
Written on November 5, 1997
This story had so much potential to be about fighting against gender norms. Instead, it’s about a boy named Billy who lost his doll, Jill. In a twist, it turns out that Billy’s sister (unnamed) stole the doll and got timeout. The end.
Megan, her Bear and a Dog
Written on November 7, 1997
In this story, I delve into the fantasy genre. I’m not sure why I named so many characters Megan. I don’t think I even knew anyone named Megan. This story is about Megan’s wish for a dog being granted by a magical bear. She names the dog Sammy. The bear then asks if he can be Megan’s “stuffaminl.” Yes. I thought “stuffed animal” was one word. The bear goes from being an awesome flying magical bear fairy to being some little girl’s toy, and possibly Sammy the dog’s chew toy (I just added that last part). The end.
The Girl Who Wished for a Doll
Written on November 8, 1997
This might legitimately be the best, weirdest, and saddest thing I’ve ever written, all at once. It’s about a little girl named Sara from a poor family, and all she wanted was a doll. Then one day “a nice old man” gave her a doll. He also gave her family a house and food, but that’s not important because she got a doll. Who was this man? Just a philanthropic stranger, presumably. But then things get weird: “Sara’s dad thanked him so much that he asked if he [the old man] could live with them. The man said yes and told Sara that the doll’s name was Lauren.” Way to just casually brush over the fact that this RANDOM STRANGER just gave this family that “didn’t even have enough money to get food” a house and money, and then moved in with them. It’s cool, though. Because the girl got a doll. The end.
The Baby Friends
Written November 9, 1997
I now realize that all of these stories were written over the span of a couple weeks, AKA probably the most productive time of my writing career. I’m mostly including this story because it has another character named Kimmi (and another named Jill – I apparently only knew about 5 names). This time Kimmi is the white baby. Kimmi gets sick and can’t come over to play. “Jill cried and played with her dolls.” Sometimes when your friends get sick, the only option is to play with your toys to fight through the pain. It’s okay though, Kimmi got better and then they had their first sleepover. “They slept for a long time.” Apparently I didn’t know how sleepovers worked. The end.
Thanksgiving for Two Turkeys
Written November 27, 1997
Despite my beautiful art work (they don’t have nosebleeds-I’m pretty sure I was drawing their wattles), this is honestly the most horrifying thing I have ever read. This is a story about how Daddy Turkey and Baby Turkey, still recovering from the loss of Mommy Turkey the previous year, are hiding from hunters on Thanksgiving. The hunters try to catch the turkeys and their turkey friends, but Daddy Turkey saves them all by kicking one of the hunters. Yes, you read that right. The turkey kicked a hunter and “the hunters never came back again.” Happy Thanksgiving. The end.
The Soccer Alien
Written December 15, 1997
I don’t know how to describe this story any other way than to just include the whole thing: “Once in space there was a plant [planet] called Soccerball. The aliens that lived there are called Soccer Aliens. But there was one Soccer Alien named Jim. Jim always said why don’t we name this plant Mars. The others asked why? Jim said that always has been my froite [favorite] word. The others said so. Jim would say I’m the king’s son. They said we will ask the king. They never do. One day the king could not find Jim. He went in his spaceship. The king found Jim at another plant that had a flag in it that said Mars on it. The king said if you come back with me I’ll name the plant we live on Mars. Jim said ok. When Jim and his dad got back, the king said the new name of this plant is Mars. All the others said great. That’s the way Mars became a plant.” The end. If I ever question why I’m not a world famous author yet, read me this story.
I wrote quite a few more stories after this, but I think that we can all agree that after the Mars origin story, nothing else could possibly measure up.