Jan 21 2019
When I was in grade school I started writing. My memory has me older than six and younger than ten when I wrote my first short story. Remember it today, because it cemented two things.
First, words were my life. They opened my soul yet hid my emotions. They could reveal and disguise. They could build or destroy. But most of all, they are necessary to be me.
Second. I have always loved a good pun.
You have to know the old folk song “ The Old Grey Mare” to see what I mean.
My story was about the leader of a town who had a daughter. He was always cranky and rude. One day something happened that changed his heart and the last line of my story was... “ The old grey Mayor...he ain’t what he used to be,”
So I am not corny and silly just as an adult. I have always been this annoying.
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