I instantly recognised my old brown notepad when I was rooting through a cupboard, having a clear-out. I loved that notebook. Thumbing through the pages, I found not only a short (short) story, but make-believe school registers my sister and I used to play with, lists of things we were wishing for for Christmas, and other such childhood scribblings. Ah, memories!
I hope you can read my small-person's script. I was about seven or eight at the time, so be kind.
This treasure wasn't the only thing I found clearing out a bursting wardrobe... Take a look at my first book review in print!
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