Talk about original titles. This was the title of the first story I ever wrote, in third grade. I dug it out recently and thought it would be fun to share the first page. It's amazing that the same writing struggles I have now, twenty years later, are the same I had back then! (Although I'd like to think I've improved significantly at spelling, grammar, and showing instead of telling.) :)
One morning in May I woke up and I felt that this was going to be the happiest day anyone ever had.
Then I got up and made my bed. My mother was very surprised she said that there was no wrinkles. So, I looked. I was surprised also, there was not one wrinkle in it.
Then I went to eat breakfast. I saw bacon and eggs in my plate and said in a loud scream, "Grose!" "Laurin Kay Ramsy! my mother yelled, but she said nothing else. Maby this wasn't going to be the best day ever. So I sat down and ate my breakfast. It was delicious! I told my mother they were very good. She said, "thank you very much."
Then I went to brush my teeth. I loved brushing my teeth, but today I loved to brush them more then ever and after I did they were shinier than ever.
I was so excited for school! At school on every paper I got a 100!
Okay, I'll be surprised if anyone actually made it through that entry--and not just because of the bad grammar and spelling. I'd hate to be too hard on my third-grade self, but facts are facts: this first page is pretty boring. It's all setup for the next chapter, where the conflict begins (Laurin's father loses his job).
It's amazing how badly I still want to start a story by setting up, and not plunging the reader right into trouble from the get go. Reading this story I wrote twenty years ago has increased my awareness of my current weakness as a writer.
Did you write any stories as a child? Do you still have them?