My Mum has decided to do a really big clean out in her house. Kind of like spring cleaning. But it’s winter.
Well….she calls it “downsizing so that there’s not so much for you and your sister to sort through when I die” but that’s far too morbid for my liking! So winter/spring cleaning it is 
And last week while I was up there, she was clearing boxes out from under her stair case and she pulled out a dusty box full of all the school work that we brought home over the years!
I can’t believe she has kept it all!
Especially since I am the mother who throws out everything. I can’t stand piles of paper everywhere. School work doesn’t last long here.
{Although, having said that: I do keep the really special pieces of artwork that all my kids have done and have laminated them for posterity. So I’m not totally evil! }
I have had an absolute ball reading through all my old school books and I especially loved reading the poetry that I wrote when I was in grade 2. I had a whole book called “I can write stories” . CUTE!
I noticed that my love for writing poetry and writing in general must have started earlier than I remember and I laughed and laughed at the stories that my little 7 year old brain came up with!
Here is a poem/story that I wrote called: Scott’s Tortoise learnt to fly
(And here’s a little bit of behind the scenes info for you: Scott was my very first boyfriend. We were SO in love LOL)
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One day when I was out playing,
Suddenly I heard someone wailing,
I looked right up to the sky,
And then I saw a tortoise trying to fly,
And so I shouted loud to him,
“Come on, come on, and fly to that limb”
I climbed up that limb and got him down,
And ran with him right out of town.
…..
Hilarious!
Wonder what else I’ll come across
Aww…I love your little story poem. You are so very cute. I love you and everything about you. Now can you write an adult story poem about Scott’s flying adventures I need to know and he is your creation. Where did he travel to Fi? Who did he meet? Tortoises live a long time you know,so he is still only a baby. Do you think he knows the secret to time travel? Can he help me fix my time machine? I bet he has had some wonderful adventures inside your head…come on, share…we all want to know really not just me. I’m just the only one who will actually write this as a comment.
Love you my lovely friend.
Lees. Xxxx
Wow! What a sweet story. (My mom says the same thing about going through her stuff but my brother and I tend to be equally morbid about it and tell her that we’ll just label what we want with our name on it and the rest can go!) I find it interesting that you were a wonderful writer at such a young age. I agree with alienhippy that you need to continue Scott’s adventures! Thanks for sharing this, Fi!
That is so gorgeous! I am a keeper. I have nearly all my boys’ school books and papers in boxes to contain it.
I get this trait from my mum!
That is fabulous! Gosh, I am soon to embark on a clear out of my boy’s room and, being a dreadful hoarder, I’m contemplation being ruthless. Think I’ll be a little selective after reading this!
xx Jazzy