A Word From The Past.

Since the Iceland blogging takes such a long time, and I’ve just gotten back into work, I thought rather than neglect the new lease of life I’d add up some brief posts in the interim before Day Three. The first of these brief posts is a word from the past. In fact, it’s the first short story that I wrote.

When I was rather young, young enough to even mis-spell my name, I was evidently given a book to scrawl in and decided to label it, ‘Roenas Diary’. On the cover I have drawn a picture of what I believe was my sister Naomi, standing in the kitchen door with both arms out, holding on to the door jamb either side. I believe it was a life drawing, though I doubt she was posing for long, given the quality of the image.

Anyhow. The very first short story I ever wrote was penned here – a first draft if I recall – and it reads thus:

The Cat and the Horse.

One day the cat said to the horse, “Let’s have a race.” Cat ran. Horse ran too. They both ran. Then, with a crash and a boom, horse won. He gave a big bow. Cat said, “You did win.”

By Rowena H.

I’ve taken the liberty of punctuating the story, since I wasn’t quite so advanced, but I think it’s an excellent first piece of creative writing. I’m pretty sure it was about humility and acceptance, about being the better person and not being a sore loser. Rising above loss in the spirit of competition to congratulate the deserved winner. (Turns out I can be quite the sore loser, at times.) It was a life lesson I was already striving to learn!

Another fantastic point, and there’s a recurring theme within the diary, is that I felt the need to copyright everything I wrote therein. Of course, that copyright still stands – don’t think you can go stealing this masterpiece…

More exciting installments to come!

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