This post is to prove something to my mom.   We were talking about things from the past, how I have always wanted to write a book, be published and my evident stagnation at producing said book.  I reminded her that in 10th grade I wrote a children’s book for Mrs. Young in Creative Writing  and she illustrated it.  She has no memory of that so I am hoping that once she reads this post and sees proof she will remember.  I am sure she will be cringing but hey—-my words are out there now and my lame attempt at a children’s book are forever going to be floating around cyberspace so she needs to share the fame.

Please keep in mind—-I was in 10th grade.   🙂

The cover which was not very sturdy and as a result I only got an Honorable Mention in competition. Oh well.

Proof of my mom’s participation!

There you have it—proof that my mom was an vital  part of my creative writing way back then and proof that I have kept this tattered book for 37 years.  Sad but true.

Keep an eye out for Franklin F. Firefly—it is firefly season!!!