It was Halloween in 3rd grade. Our homework was to create a scary, disgusting, and/or wacky Halloween story and create a shoe box diorama. Then at the end of our Halloween party, we'd share our story and the diorama to the entire class. 912Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6IUpC6idIc
My story ended up being about a large spider who throws up on everyone. Later in the story, two people with pumpkin heads asked the spider why he kept throwing up on people. That's all I remember. Even though my story was pretty disgusting, I enjoyed writing it, because of how creative we were allowed to be.912Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe8DwMebnxN
A teacher assistant read everyone's stories, and when she read mine, she laughed out loud. I liked making people laugh.912Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK0rfkn30T2
Now, I didn't know we were supposed to present the story at the end. I dreaded it, because, well, my story was about spider vomit. So instead of toughening up and just doing the presentation, I asked to go to the bathroom and hid in the back so the teacher wouldn't call on me. To my surprise, she never did. So everyone else shared their Halloween stories but me.912Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7Hm4Dl5T9i
Yes, I kind of regret it. :')
But ever since then, I really enjoyed writing. That was the beginning of my writing journey.
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I started writing poetry in the same grade too. We learned about haikus in third grade, and I wrote mine on a lonely snowman. 912Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvpGFmL6wG7
and then Add to home screen.