|1-24-92, Danielle (6.5) holding Maghen (2 weeks old)|
|4-19-92, Easter Sunday, Danielle is almost 7,|
Matthew and Nicholas are almost 5, and Benjamin is 2.
|Danielle (3 days shy of 7)|
|5-10-92, Mother's Day|
By now I'm sure you are wondering where this is going, and what any of it has to do with the title of this post. Hang in there, I'm getting around to it the long way. So, like I said somewhere between the vacuuming and the sheets I got distracted. I thought I might look a little through that box. I pulled out my first grade folder and around progress reports and report cards and the like I discovered that Mother had kept almost all of the stories that we wrote in the Writing to Read Lab. I don't remember who was over it then, maybe Mrs. Posey? But I do remember that we got to go once a week. We were suppose to type our name and the date, and then we got to write stories. Most of the time on anything we wanted. After we typed them up, we got to print them out and then draw pictures on them. Every now and then the computers wouldn't work, and so we would write out our stories by hand. I don't remember alot about that lab, except that I sat on the wall as you walked in the room, on the left about halfway down most of the time, and that the computers where those old green screen things. I vaguely remember a story I wrote about having a farm, and maybe a pig named after one of my best friends WAY back then. So, I started looking for it and here's what I found.
I had a good laugh after reading it. It's a good thing I actually know my birthday and that my spelling has improved... a smidgen. (Spell check is the greatest invention ever. And whoever, in chrome thought to add it to the web browser was a genius.) My husband's name obviously isn't Richard, I wouldn't use any of those three names for a kid, I'm still waiting on my horse, and I don't have a farm full of animals. However, I did get almost ten eggs from the hens yesterday, and we do all have fun feeding the animals.