Today I looked back on a time when I felt REALLY creative. This was it.
I was twelve years old and I wrote a story about my pet mouse. My Step mom typed it up for me, bound it in this book, and I rediscovered it this morning tucked into my overstuffed bookcase. It was the first story I ever told that made me feel like a real writer.
In memory of Twitchy,
Kimberly
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