Today's Tune: Mariella
This weekend, I spent some time with my mother. She's planning a move soon, and she wanted me to go through a few old boxes of my childhood keepsakes and decide what I wanted to keep. As I was pawing through my old swim team ribbons, Principle's Awards, and awkward photos, I found a little bound book.
I had one of those "AH HA!" moments where something you've completely forgotten about comes rushing back to you. I remembered that cover! I opened it, and sure enough, there was a story I'd written in about the fourth grade (age 9) when my teacher had a unit for writing and binding our own books.
So I read through the story, chuckling to myself (I had illustrated this book, as well), and then I got to the end, where I had written an "author bio." It gave my age, my likes and dislikes, and at the very end, it said, "This is Stephanie's fourth book."
Oh, I just died laughing. How cheeky was I? I dug back through the box again to find my four previous "books" and read them all.
Clearly, this was destiny.