My eyes burn from reading the words I had written on the page of my old notebook from elementary school. The sentence structure… the grammar… the incorrect spelling of necklace (neckless).
At the time I was confident I was the best writer in my class. Now, I can understand why my English teacher told me I had to build experience.
Still, the creativity I had.
Looking over the pages, I don’t know where any of these ideas came from. How did I come up with this story? How did I decided this was how the story was going to end?
If only ideas like this came to me as easily as it had when I was younger…
Oh, Gods! I spelt would (wood) wrong…
Luckalee, my spelling has inproved at list. 😛