Last night, I found a folder of stories written by 2nd-Grade-Me. At age 7, I thought I was “The Bomb” at writing. Screw being an astraunaut or firefighter; I wanted to be “A Writer” when I grew up, which, to me, consisted of sitting in a shack typing on a typewriter by candlelight, and wearing glasses. I’ve pretty much only followed through on the latter.
That being said, here are some excerpts from my captivating tales, for your viewing pleasure.
These excerpts are narrated by 21-Year-Old-Sam, not 2nd-Grade-Sam, because I’m not quite sure how to go back in time yet. If anyone has any tips on how to go back in time, please let me know, or send me a link. Sorry for any inconvenience.
Words of Wisdom
*alternate title: Rejected Wikipedia Entry
And yes, I dyed my hair brown. You are so kind, I like it too.