I tried and tried to come up with a poem but couldn't think of words that rhymed. My dad came to the rescue. He had written all kinds of stories and poems in his life (and still does). I remember, he told me about rhyming words.
It seemed like magic. And Monday morning, I had a poem to take back to school.
Sometimes, parents come in handy. (Thanks, Dad.) Sure it was probably more dad than daughter which happens (in my experience as a parent) with 95% of homework projects, but it was a great poem.
I wish I had a copy of it.
The second thing I wrote was a play...actually several plays later in grade school. My classmates performed some of them as skits for the entire school. That was fun.
That year, I wrote a three-act play about teenage love. (Thanks, Mom for keeping it for me--I think.) Never mind, that I hadn't experienced true love. Love to me at that age meant making sure I had a boyfriend, bossing him, and making sure he bought me things. (Don't be judging that tiny girl!) Never mind, that I wasn't a teenager. Never mind that the characters just happened to have the same names as my friends and myself.
Play title: Teen-agers of To-day
Act I Getting ready for the Ball
Act II Going to the Ball
Act III Going home from the Ball
First line: Ding Ding (phone ringing), second line: Hello. Last line: Kenny says, Well let's get married.
Oh, and I might have been the star of that play or someone with the same name. It's a possibility.
I knew all the way in second grade that I loved writing. When did you fall in love with your creative side? What was the first thing you wrote, painted, crocheted, knitted or (fill in the blank).