About five years ago my mother sent up a tub full of stuff from when I was a kid. The tub sat in my garage until recently, when I came across it again and finally started sorting through it. In this tub was a book of things that I wrote in grade one.
I can’t promise that they will be well written. But then again, I can’t always promise that of my current writing either.
I’d also like to point out that my use of periods is pretty amazing. I now possess that ability with commas. Pesky friggin’ commas.