So it's Saturday morning and I'm cleaning my room when I stumble upon a large box under my bed. I'm not going to lie I had no idea what was inside. When I opened it, the things all but exploded out and it was all about ME.
All my old assignments growing up that I kept from school, old class pictures, letters, etc. The best part of it was seeing a binder with all the poems I made when I was in middle school and when I was in tenth grade (for assignments). I also found a little book I was writing. I was writing it in 3rd grade. The handwriting is so cute, and of course I'd appreciate that because I'm a teacher and I think the first handwriting of a child is so beautiful because their hand is developing (another story completely).
|Book full of poems I wrote|
|My story from 3rd grade|
How old were you when you started writing or storytelling? It's a gift...truly it is! Please do share. I'm going to share a poem I wrote from 7th grade. It's not the best, but it makes me smile. Enjoy.
And this poem seems so appropriate now that it's a blizzard outside - literally in a matter of two minutes! WOW. Check out my Saturday morning on VINE. It consists of writing, blizzard, and of course drinking coffee out of my owl mug!