Getting my three year old daughter ready for bed at night can be either one of two extremes, and the other night, she was as cute as can be. We were all cuddled up on her bed when she started to tell me, “Once upon a time, in a land far away…” My baby was telling me a story! I couldn’t quite believe it when she went on for almost five minutes about her own little story and I swear it brought tears to my eyes. It was just so wonderful to hear her use her imagination like that, I was very proud.
Later that night, I tried to remember back to my first story, and you know, I couldn’t quite remember. I mean, I can remember some favorite books from when I was kid, but not really when I first started writing. (This was my favorite book when I was little girl.) It was interesting to think back and remember what held my attention when I first started to read and appreciate books.
I have been wanting to tell stories for the longest time, and I do remember that one of the first written works that I ever created was a poem, when I was around ten or twelve. (At least, from what I can remember.) My dad used to buy my sister and I one new book every week from which sprouted my love of literature. It wasn’t too long afterwards that I was writing stories down in little journals and daydreaming all the time.
Do you remember your first story? What was your very first favorite? Do you remember why?