I’ve often wondered if any of my children would develop the desire to write. All four are wonderfully creative, but to this point none has shown any inclination toward the written word. Just recently, however, my eight-year-old grandson James, started writing stories.
Now I realize you might assume I’m a proud grandma. Make no mistake about it, I am indeed proud. However, my sweet James reveals real talent. One of his stories involved a actual event. His school was broken into and vandalized. James wrote a story about it. In his story his suspects were apprehended and he sent them off to the clinker. In James’ words, "By the time they got out of jail, they were too old for bingo."
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