Jesiccas Strange Rocking Horse

Digging thru the basement, I came across a bunch of cards, papers, and school records from my childhood. The best thing I found? My first short story, painstakingly typed out at age 6 1/2. I laughed so hard . . . I remember being so excited to use a typewriter, it was so much more fun than just writing by hand.

Now, this is no great fiction, but I decided it merits a blog post anyhow. Here you go, folks, "Jessicas Strange Rocking Horse" in all its glory! (Errors in spelling and grammar included, of course!)

In the house of one hundred rooms

Jessicka was going to the nursry

But she took the roung turn

she went left instead of right She

went down a long dark and narrow passage

The doors were marked numbers first 25 then

26 27 28 29 30

At the end of the hall there was a door

it said:

Nur ey

She opun the door She was suprised to see

a girl in the room about her age to

Who are you? asked Jesicka skweaked

Who are you? the other girl skweaked

back I asked you first (We will call

Jesicka Janet)

Janet said OK Im Jennifer call me Jenny

OK Suddunly somthing caute Janets

eye It was red She looked It was a door

Weres that go? she asked ub ub uh uh

she said over and over Oh come on you

have to know or you would not do that

Oh shall have to show you But you shall

have to keep it a sekret WY Shhh Jenny

slowly and opun a door There was a rocking

horse Wate is so big obout it?

she asked Jenny

There you have it. I hope none of you are disappointed that I have no idea what happened after Jessica/Jesicka/Janet found the rocking horse.