this is a story i wrote when i was about 10 or 11 i think, judging by the ink pen, the fancy heading and illustration, and the judgmental tone.
i remember feeling pissed off when we weren't allowed to have guy fawkes night anymore.
i'm copying it exactly, with spelling and punctuation errors as original. note the use of american spelling conventions. something i never do these days. note also the polemic and also the way my argument becomes extremely lame at the end.
'firecrackers'
Hooligans thats what they are. Hooligans who spoil the fun of Guy Fawkes Night. They roam around the streets playing jokes on everyone. They not only act stupidly at night but in the day-time they vandalize trees in the parks and explode letter-boxes. Because of these idiots a law will be passed banning explosive bungers. Harmless little Tom Thumbs will go too. But I still think that animals can be injured and some foolish kids can be inclined too get a bit wild. So, in some ways I think it best to ban the bungars and it may be very useful.
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Wow, this is way more balanced than anything I've written recently (and way more articulate than anything I wrote when I was 11).
Great work
Heh. I agree, I'm not Craig.
thanks guys. wait for the next though. i've gotten out my journals from when i was 16 through to only a few years ago.
prepare yourselves for some embarrassingly self-conscious, highly daggy, tortured and just bad prose. i can't believe i used so many exclamation marks in my journals.
sit back and enjoy the ride.
Journals were all about the exclamation marks. I'd always start one, write a few pages, then get a new new one and do the same thing, so I have a dozen quarter-written ones scattered round.
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