Autobiography of a Seven Year Old

Autobiography

A while back my mom presented me with some old paperwork she’d found around her place. Included were a handful of essays I’d written back in elementary school. I was amazed she still had them after all these years. Anyway, I thought it’d be a good idea to scan and post some of them here on the blog. I’m sure Lucy will get a kick out of them one of these days.

This first post is from 1971 when I was just shy of my eighth birthday. If I remember correctly, I think we had to start off some mornings in class with a short essay, probably around fifty words. I remember racing through them; there was probably an ongoing competition between the kids regarding who could finish their essay the fastest.

Reading this stuff brought back some good memories of sharing a room with my brother, chickens and a rooster as pets, an obsession with baseball, and the simple things that can make a kid’s life such a joy. Quick note: when looking at the above picture, seeing the title retraced in ink, it reminded me of my little sister Patty. She’d practice writing by tracing the letters of my old school papers. That was something I’d completely forgotten until now.