This is a repost from last year. I can't help it. This is one of my fondest childhood memories that began my love of writing. And, I must add, the above picture is my attempt at art. My adulthood attempt, not my childhood attempt. I know it may be hard to tell.
I was in 5th grade and in white chalk (this was the day of black boards) the teacher wrote:
Write a story starting with this sentence "One day I was face to face with a musket . . . "
I wish I had the foresight to keep that piece, but I didn't. I do, however, remember a little bit of how it goes.
One day I was face to face with a musket . . .
I went on to tell the story of a young and strong turkey named Cluck Kent. World famous Bawkporter Lois Path found herself looking down the barrel of a musket. Cluck Kent sensed trouble was afoot and our hero dashed into the nearest hollow log to emerge none-other than Super Hero extrodinaire SUPER TURKEY!!!!!!!! Super Turkey was able to get the musket away from the hunter and saved the day. THE END
I had so much fun writing the story, and the teacher and my parents gushed over my paper and Voila! The seeds of "writing-joy" were planted.
Thanks Super Turkey and Mrs. Whatsyourname for my my 5th grade Thanksgiving writing assignment.
What memories are special for you this time of year?
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