Club: Storytellers' Saloon
Collection : Memories
Subject : Childhood
Date of Submission : March 2016
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When I was a child, in primary school, and just learned how to write my own texts, I dedicated my pieces to our pets. We have owned a lot: Dogs, birds, a cat, a guinea – pig and fish. None of those early writing practices has survived, but I remember. How I had introduced our four – legged housemates:
I always started with name, age and kind. Then I described their outer appearance (colour of fur/ feathers). But the third, the last part had been my favourite, since it focused on what you may call 'unique traits': Nicks. Anecdotes. Dis-/ Likes.
I had been very proud of those short lines, back then.
When I grew up, my texts became longer; and I started spicing up the (fictional) adventures of our pets. Biography turned into Humour. This were my first short stories. I would rather pretend, as if they never existed; but they may do – buried somewhere at home.
My first poems, however, had got other subjects. One of my earliest is a cinquain on fire. It was eaten by a floppy disc.