About ten years ago my dad and [now ex] stepmom moved out of state. Before they left they brought over a couple of boxes of my crap that had been stored in their basement. It’s now stored in my basement. I’m making a lot of progress.

A couple years ago I went digging through that box just to see what was in there and I found my very first book. The very first book written, typed [on a typewriter 'cause that was back in the old days before we all had computers in our homes], illustrated and bound by me. I can’t find a year anywhere in the book, but I think I was in fourth grade when I wrote it.

The title of my story is Growing Up Isn’t Easy and it is a compilation of two true stories from my childhood. So sit back, get some popcorn and enjoy the wonderful, captivating story with the beautiful illustrations.

Playing With Shawn

Once when I was little, my friend Shawn came over to my house to play. We played so quietly that my Mother thought we must have fallen asleep. But we were not sleeping — we were having FUN!

My Dad was at work and my Mom was busy with the housework. Then my Mother’s friend came over to our house. She asked where I was. So my Mom came to check on us.

Wash she in for a surprise! We had put hand cream all over the walls and mirror in the bedroom. Then we covered the cream with baby powder. WHAT A MESS!

I do remember I did get into BIG trouble.

A Bus Ride Home

On the first day of school I found out that my best friend was in my class. That made me happy.

After that everything went wrong. I got on the schoolbus to go home, or was I to go to the daycare? I was confused.

My best friend told me I was not to go to the daycare and that I was to go straight home. I believed her.

When I got home no one was there, so I started to cry. A neighbor saw me crying and took me to her house. I told her what I had done and she told me how worried my parents would be if I wasn’t at the daycare.

She took me to the daycare. Things like that are scary when you are only six!

Don’t you just love my nice use of exclamation points? Too funny!

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