Earlier this school year, around Halloween, Little Girl brought home this story:
A dark, dark wood.
A Black tale of Danger.
I’m not sure what it says on the bottom; LG didn’t remember, either. But it’s evocative. A great beginning to a spooky tale.
Yesterday, she brought home this story:
Once there was a jaguar. She lived in the rain forest. She was a meat eater. She ate deer, bunnies, and birds, but one day, when she was having fun with her friends, a lion stepped in front of her. She was scared, but she knew what she had to do. Attack! After that day, she was very happy. THE END!
It’s amazing how much longer and detailed it is. There’s conflict, a bit of a climax, and resolution. All the nuggets to making a longer work.
I read it aloud and my oldest thought I was actually reading her brother’s story, not the little one’s.
Maybe homeschooling* is in order for next year.
*homeschooling=a book making factory, with the kids churning out series after series of books, with nobody ever learning math.
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That’s home schooling I could dig. No math. I hated the subject.
The best things we can do for our children and in my case my grands is to let them write, draw, paint, have music or whatever they need to be creative.
I took two of the grands to the creek to wade one day. We had to find one object and bring it back to write a story about. I was amazed with what we all came up with.
One wrote something totally unrelated to what she found, the other did an amazing job with her object and I wrote a poem about our adventure. It was so much fun. In fact, I’m pretty sure grandchildren are way more fun than your actual children. Too much worry and fretting with them. The grands are just plain fun. I worry but mostly I leave it up to their moms.
Thanks for sharing this. It brought to mind the stories my own girls wrote when they were little. Many I’ve saved.
I remember once reading something Erma Bombeck printed from her own child’s Christmas card. It read, “Oh come, Holy Spit.”
Kids are the best.