Blog Every Day in January: Words from my Former Self (AKA stories from my 7-year-old self)

I've kept journals most of my life, probably starting at the age of 6.

(This picture means nothing. I just needed a picture for this post and this one from July makes me laugh a lot.)

I've realized that whenever I dig up my journals, I can usually find hidden gems of wisdom in there. I re-read things that I happened to write down on a good day when my well-rested, yoga-mellowed, green tea-fueled thoughts came out. Unlike today, when I have eaten my weight in puppy chow and am sitting with a giant robe over my work clothes. My current thoughts are pretty limited to "I need a serious detox and maybe a nap." The wise part of my brain has checked out for the moment.

Originally, this post was going to be about wise things I've written, but then I found this old journal from first grade...and it's too good to pass up.

Without further ado...tales from my 7-year-old brain:

The Caterpillar
(Back story on this one...we had just raised caterpillars into butterflies and I was totally fascinated. I named mine Putsy. Yes, PUTSY. I was always making up the best names.)

One day a little egg lay on a leaf. (Did I actually use "lay" correctly?? I can't even do that now!!) The egg is green so no animals or insects eat it. Look the egg is hatching. Out comes the little tiny caterpillar. The caterpillar grows and grows. Pretty soon the caterpillar goes into a (I drew a circle here to represent a cocoon. No one has time to actually write that crap out.) When it comes out it is a butterfly. Horay!

Zip Zap Paty Wap
(Tom's personal favorite.)

Zip Zap Paty Wap, Zing-a-Zing-a-Boo. Let's add some fun for me and for you!
First make a train and ride it to the city Bang. (Where the hell is a city called "Bang"?? MUST MAKE STORY RHYME!!)
Then play with cars. Cars that ride to the stars.
And let's make a cake. A cake we can bake. (Oh really? A cake you bake? Super original, younger self.)
Eat it all up and take a break!
Time to pick some flowers. Keep picking em for hours.
Put them in a flower pot. Zipity-do-Zipity-dot.
(Ready for the twist ending?!?!)
Time to fly back home from our imagination. Good bye!
(You didn't realize you were on a magical imagination adventure, did you?)

Rainbow Rainbow Go Home!

It was raining drops of raindrops (again...brilliant) and pouring like tea. But best of all, it rained down for me.
I looked up in the sky, as I began to fly, and saw a little rainbow. Oh my.
It stayed there for weeks and months. While I was on hunts. (For the record, I did not hunt at 7. Or ever, for that matter. And certainly not for "months.")
And it disapeard. Kind of weerd.
(Ready for another plot twist?!?!)
And as I looked up in the sky I saw Jesus looking at me.
Happy Easter.
(JESUS PUT THE RAINBOW THERE!!!)

Stars

Tonight I looked outside. A little star all of a sudden turned into a shuting (shooting, but nice try) star. In the morning I saw another star, the Sun.
The Sun to our earth looks like a big bowling ball to a baby ant. (Fair point.)
The Sun is the bowling ball and the earth is a baby ant. (In case you were confused. Also, it's a baby ant. Not a grown-up ant. That part is very important.)

So there you have it. Today was one of those weird, throwaway kind of topics, so if you actually read all that, nice work.

And for the other two days of Blog Every Day in January:
Things I'm Afraid to Publish
Five Songs for the New Year

Happy Thursday! (Anyone else feel like it's Monday?)