Below is the second of my, let's call them my "early writings." Again, these are the first stories I can remember formulating as a kid. All of them were 3 half page stories. Evidently, I had a word limit at age ten too.
This is another runaway fantasy of mine. It seems I was preoccupied with leaving home and all of the adventures that might come of it.
Ten noteworthy things about this story:
- It seems I favored 3 letter names.
- Evidently I liked to do my own illustrating. I was never good at drawing and here's proof positive. I cover this subject in more detail in my Draw Like an Egyptian post. Some kids got the talent, some don't. I'm a don't.
- I see lots of erasures and would like to know what I had written before it was erased. It could be a hidden gem like painters that reused their canvases. There might be a Michael Crichton thriller hidden in there.
- I don't know what's more disturbing, two young boys building a raft on a river near their home or the fact that the woods they live near have lions in them. I'm not sure there are any lions in North America at all, actually.
- It would be nice if I used quotes in my dialogue.
- The raft appears to be sinking in Part 3.
- Lions and Owls and Snakes, oh my
- Boy kills lion with .22 caliber handgun. This might need some screenplay editing before Hollywood.
- I'm pretty sure my editor would say my ending was abrupt and inconclusive.
- As in the last story, I seem to have an underlying moral message to the reader. Don't runaway or you might get eaten by a lion that lives in the woods.
As funny as it is to pick at it, this is the mind of a 10 year old boy in 1971. I was formulating my love for telling a story, albeit at an elementary level. 40 years later, I still struggle with the same things. Plots, characters, dialog, conclusions, action, etc. This was the beginning and I'm glad it happened. I wouldn't re-live it any different.