Recently, I was looking through a huge folder of stuff that I have in my room. It’s full of sensible things like bank statements and student loans letters, and fun stuff like letters from friends, and drawings I’ve done over the years. It was so much fun to look through them all!
One gem I found was a story I wrote when I was 7. It’s so great that I just had to share it! You might remember a post I wrote ages ago called My First Novel, about a story I wrote when I was 11. I wrote out the whole story (in its full glory, spelling mistakes and all) as well as sharing photos of the original book. I’ll do the same with this one!
(For a bit of context before we start: Joely was my best friend at the time (and still is now). She definitely did not have a pet bird as the story suggests (you’ll see), but she did in the story, apparently.)