Stories from Opti's childhood
Stories from my childhood
These are things that I wrote when I was eight years old. They are in an old spiral notebook (shown above) from third grade. Besides these stories and various assignments, there's also proof that I knew how to spell 'ornery' way back then! I'm so impressed with myself! =] Of course, I didn't spell everything right, as you'll soon see (I didn't leave out, add, or change words).
There once was a boy who was eating an apple. ALL the other apples wanted that much attenchin. Then all the boys and girls came and took all the Apples.
FALL
The parachuting leaves sail off the tree. A swishing sound in the breeze. I hear crackle crunch as I go inside to get my hot choclate.
The World Where Elf's live
Once there was a boy his age was eight his name was Ivan. He was riding his bike to the store to get some candy for the baseball game. When he got there he saw a little man he was under the benches he ran to a nearby friends house he told him about it then he brout him to the game when they got there he was still playing around under the benches his friend said there was nothing there. Then he ran home. But Ivan walked over there where the little man was then he said to himself "I wonder if he is an elf." He went right behind the little elf and said "BOO!" The elf ran and jumped and he was gone. Ivan tried to do it but poeple just laughed at him. After the game he practiced doing what the elf did. Then the last run and jump the elf jumped throu and he bounced Ivan into his world. There were other little elfs there. Ivan was suprised there were little elf's everywhere they were here they were there they were almost everywhere. They were cooking, eating, playing, swimming, jumping rope with dead snakes. They had square money. Ivan ran
over to the cooking area he looked at the food he said "Yuck". He ran and jummed he couldn't go back to his world. He asked an elf he said try again so he did and he maid it he was hungry so he went inside and ate something.
The wild wind
Whistled outside my window,
And the dry leaves
Danced down the deserted
Street. Into a dirty,
Dingy drain the leaves
Ducked.
Slugs
Slimy slurpy slugs
Slurply slid down the
Surup. They have slimy
Scales for scaring sculls.
If the Christmas Tree could talk...
If the Christmas tree could talk it could get in trouble because it mite say bad words, or complain about the hooks on the ornaments. He could talk so much that he could blow some needles off the tree so babies could get hurt. He could talk to santa so santa couldn't get his work done. If there were two trees that could talk one male and one female they could have babies.
