Dare to Look Back

A friend told me about this post by Mike who dared to look back at his previous writing not only to show where he came from, but to display how he’s grown as a writer.  He challenged others to do the same. Meg, my aforementioned friend, posted her own response to this call. It sounded like an interesting idea, so I said, Challenge Accepted!

While these two talented writers have dug up a piece from their not-so-distant past, I was only able to uncover something from when I was a wee writer of 10. In, believe it or not, a bound “writing book”. I’ll be the first to say, my cursive writing was horrendous! And of course, back then I only wrote hardcopies, so here’s the transcribed version:

A Sunset Dinner

One warm evening in summer on a beach in Cape Cod, my family went to dinner. We went to have a clam dinner at the Pearl Gates. When I walked in the clams smelt so good in the restaurant. Many people were talking while they waited for their dinner to be ready. We sat down and soon our clams arrived. I tasted the fresh clams with butter, they were hot, but my drink was cold and wet. I picked up a squishy clam and ate in all in one bite.

When we were done with dinner we went outside to watch the beautiful red-orange sunset. The sunset was halfway down the clear blue sea, lighting the bouyies on the water. The salty air and fresh breeze mixed together and smelt like summer. I could even taste the salt on my tongue!

The boats and low tide made the air smell a little dirty, but it was okay. I took off my shoes and shoved my toes in the sand. I could feel pebbles and tickly sand beneath me. The warm water rushed over my feet, making a swoosh sound. I could also hear the splash of waves and rustle of beach grass. Then I got out and walked back to the car and then returned to the cottage. It was a delicious dinner.  

Wow…that made me cringe. At least little me knew to use sensory description! Haha, If I can share my past writing, so can you.

So, now I must ask, Are you up to the challenge? If you are brave enough to face your past, here’s what you should do:

In the opening of your post, link back to Mike’s Post, Meg’s post and this post

Include your piece from your early years, obviously (it could be a short story/poem/art/or whatever it is you do)

Invite other people to join. And, if possible, go out and find them if they won’t come to you! Off you go!

Good luck!