Tuesday, August 7, 2012
You're reading what???
But my 11-year old son? And he didn't even start from the beginning. He just jumped right into the middle of 9th grade. And when I say middle...I don't mean the middle of my one an only journal. Because boy howdy, was I ever a journal writer! By the middle I mean, he picked one out in the middle of the many. Kind of like starting with book 4 in a 10 book series. Maybe he didn't care about my elementary years. Maybe it was just the first one his little fingers grabbed hold of, I don't know. But he's fascinated with that thing. He laughs and laughs...and keeps reading me bits and pieces. As if I don't already know the story.
Last night as I was making dinner he was teasing me about how detailed I was in describing my trip to Rockin' R Ranch in Antimony, Utah for Youth Conference. "Eight pages, Mom! You took eight pages to describe just the first day!!" To which I (somewhat defensively) responded with various comments revolving around how obviously I must've really wanted to remember the event, and how much I clearly liked writing.
Hmm. I guess it's no surprise I turned into a blogger as an adult, yeah?