Thursday, July 02, 2009

The girls cracks me up...

So the other day I finally heard the words, "I'm bored". They came out of my nine year olds mouth and considering it is almost a full month that we have been into summer I think that is pretty good! So I tried suggesting some things she could do that did not involve the tv or computer. I suggested she write a story. This is something that she has always loved doing. She liked that idea and ran off excited. She came back to me a few minutes later and asked, "What do you think I should write about?" I thought for a while and all I could think of was how much she loves the rat. So I suggested a story about a magical rat. She then said, "Well I actually already know what I am going to write about I just don't know WHO it should be about." I asked her what it was going to be about and she said, "It is going to be about a girl that goes around the world teaching about the true meaning of friendship.".......okay. So I said, "Sounds good! Go for it!" I guess she figured out who it was going to be about because here is the first little bit of her story that she wrote yesterday.

In the dark mists of the night a young girl longed for her mother. Therefore she was dead. She had died trying to save her. She left her at a terrible time, World War I was going on and she was left alone. The girls name is Rose.

Roselyn James Lopes was 6 and a half years old.

I think that there is a little Harry Potter influence going on here but you can't deny the girl is creative and she cracks me up. She titled the story The Friendship Ring. I can't wait to hear what she comes up with next.


Alli said...

that is hilarious. I love it! She is a good little writer though! I want to hear more of her story. I love how she wrote...longed for her mother... how funny is that?!

Megan said...

I LOVE it!!! You must never, ever, EVER get rid of that story--keep it forever! I'm sure Maddy's future husband will love reading it, as well as her kids when they go to write their own precious stories. (I know this for a fact--I myself was once a nine-year-old budding author and still smile, albeit with more than a little embarrassment, over some of my old masterpieces. Not as painful as reading over my old high school journals, but still worth a trip down memory lane!) I demand the next chapter!!!