The sun was hitting my feet through my window as I lay on my bed. The smell of ink, glue, and paper as I read the first book that I could not put down.

S.E. Hinton had taken me into a world that I was now totally infatuated with. I wanted to meet a greaser boy named Ponyboy or maybe even Sodapop. I wanted to run away with Ponyboy and read Gone with the Wind in a deserted church. I wanted to be the girl that he was crushing on.

My twelve year old mind just raced at the events that took place in the story. It was then that I began to imagine people and places that I would like to meet or go. I began to write in my head from reading her story and feeling myself walk along the pages of her story. I will forever love that book.

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By Brenna on 04.24.09 11:52 am | Permalink

I just pulled out one of the first stories I’d ever written. I think I was in 3rd grade and very into Dr. Seuss. The illustrations are hilarious, I’ll try to post them on my blog for everyone to enjoy. It’s bound with staples in a folder and I even wrote a dedication and back cover copy with blurbs from other “authors”.

The Blind Fox

A fox that couldn’t see
needed a bird named Lee

The would always say
“Do you see a Trumple Ban Bay?”
or he’d say…

“Do you see a Pomper Pan
or a,
Sing Sanger San?”

“A Ping Pon Purple Pen Purring Purnon
or a
Lemon Lexor Lorine Leply Lenon Lorn?”

Or a most wonderful thing.
A ran man ban carinarian
so suranan.

“No,” said Lee, “I see trees.”

The fox was puzzled. He couldn’t see trees. He could see a…

trumple ban bay
a pomper pan
a sing sanger san.

a ping pong purple person pen purring purnon.
a lemon lexor lorine leply lenon lorn.
and a
ran man ban curinan sosuranan.

Lee said, “If you can see all those things. Then you can see! You can see! Oh, you can see!

The End

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By Joyce on 04.24.09 3:37 pm | Permalink

ohhh LOVE this! My first think was actually a poem hanging in my mom’s house:

The woman

A woman duss werk.
A women is bezee.
A woman werks hard to make her famLEE feel good.

I wrote it and my mom found it on the floor in my room. I was in kindergarten, and she still has it hanging above her back door today

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By Jamie on 04.24.09 4:25 pm | Permalink

I could just say amen to Brenna’s comment. That was my first love. I was gonna name my sons Soda Pop and Ponyboy. Thank heavens I grew out of that. Could you imagine poor Craig and Matthew? Everyone would have wondered what I had been smoking.

Because of The Outsiders, Robert Frost became my favorite poet.

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

This poem has inspired me many times over. This, and S.E. Hinton’s novel, were the first flairs that made me want to write.

PS, in the movie, the house where Ponyboy and Soda lived, belonged to my mom’s bf Nancy Kay, in real life, when they were kids. My mom played in that park as a kid in Tulsa.
Just a side note. heehee

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By Sarah on 04.24.09 4:28 pm | Permalink

And Jamie, love the poem!

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By Sarah on 04.24.09 4:29 pm | Permalink

Jamie- that is so sweet. I can just imagine your mother crying when she saw it.

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By Joyce on 04.24.09 4:35 pm | Permalink

I loved both those! Dr, Seuss better watch out. Thanks you girls!

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By Brenna on 04.24.09 6:22 pm | Permalink

I am so in love with these right now!

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By Jamie on 04.24.09 6:29 pm | Permalink

I’m blind, I didn’t see yours Joyce. Don’t know how I missed it. Great poem!

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By Sarah on 04.25.09 1:45 pm | Permalink