OMG by warlady21

I am In the middle of moving, and my parents found a box of my old stories that I wrote in the fourth grade. Some of it is really hard to read (Chicken scratch would be a step up), but this one I’m posting, was my favorite.

I remember submitting it for a school contest. Didn’t make it far, probably because it tells kids not to work so hard. But I think it’s mostly cause the principal hated me. No, seriously. She HATED me. She told me that herself.

This is translated from a four year old’s writing, so the only difference here is the spelling, and that it‘s typed. I’ll try to write it out like I did back then.

I’m posting this because I was so damn optimistic at the time, and I wanted someone other than school people and my parents to read it.

Decide. By Emma Lee Ann J* (I was known as Emma Lee because I thought that’s how you spelled my name)

I am in a store. A store that was going to show me what I wanted to be when I grow up. A store where I can think on what I want to be.

I enter the store. The store has dark green walls, like the color of olives that my mom likes to eat sometimes. The floor is light brown like my daddy’s arm. The left one, not the one with the star and moon on it. Instead of those racks with clothes on them, there were little stages where I saw grown up versions of (me) in different clothes.

A clerk came up to me and asked “What do you want to be when you wake up? Here you can see what you want to be when you grow up and pick one.”

I looked around. I came up to one me that was dressed as a lawyer.

“What do you do?” I asked her.

“I put bad people away. And help good people (out).” She said. “But sometimes, bad people get away, and good people are punished.”

I went to the next one. A Me that was dressed up as a doctor.

“What do you do?”

“I help sick people. I make them all better!” She said. “But sometimes I can’t help them cause they can’t pay, and sometimes, we have to let them go to Heaven.”

I went to the next one. This person dressed up like they were in the army.

“What do you do?”

“I defend this land from evil. Like a knight would!” She said. “But my friends get hurt around me. Sometimes I get hurt. It’s scary sometimes.”

I go to the next person. They are a fire fighter!

“What do you do?”

“I go into burning buildings and get people and pets out of fires.” She said. “But I can get sick from the smoke and hurt badly if I’m not careful.”

I finally go to the last person.

“What do you do?”

“I Play.” She said. “I go to school. I do my homework. I play with my friends and my parents. I get into trouble, but I do good things too. I don’t worry about the future too much and enjoy what I have for now. I know I have to think about it someday, but not now. I want to play and have fun! Once you grow up, you can’t do these things, so why not play for a little longer?”

I saw that then the person I was looking at was me. I was looking into (a) mirror and looking at myself.

I left (the) store. I was going to follow my own add vice (seriously, I spelled it like that), and have fun as long as I can. I’ll worry about growing up In high school like my brother did. I’m going to go play now and think about this later.

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