I recently had great fun digging through my memory box. My mom was good about saving stories that I wrote, school projects, cards that I made for family members, etc.
A couple things in particular made me laugh. First, there’s this dedication page in a book that I wrote for a school project when I was 12.
I honestly have no recollection as to what inspired me to write this dedication. Who in the world is Sir Ren?! (Maybe I was a born Renly Baratheon supporter?) I honestly don’t know. I guess that’s what makes him the unknown king.
And then I came across this poem about Spam. I don’t know how I will ever top my middle school self. I mean, SPAM! This could perhaps be the best writing of my career.
Old uncle Sam
Ate a lot of Spam
Spam, Spam, is all he ate
And in the end he met his fate
He took a trip to the grave
His can of Spam he did crave
So he came back as a ghost
Traveling from coast to coast
But all he could get was a rock from a cave
So, unsatisfied he crept back in his grave
Alright, I do sincerely hope that that’s not the BEST writing of my career but it was certainly worth a good laugh.