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    • “Long, long ago, before there was time, the Sun was white, and it never set. It hung
      high up in the sky, shining like a bright colorless diamond. The Sea below
      looked up at the Sun, and fell in love. It began singing to the Sun, its waves
      crashing in beautiful melodies and symphonies. And the Sun listened, and
      listened, and listened. And dreamed.

      Finally, the Sun could not resist the enchanting song of the Sea anymore. She plunged
      down from the sky and dove into the depths of the emerald waters. There, on the
      bed of the sea, the Sun saw thousands of shards of amber. As the Sun traveled
      the Sea, it melted the amber, and the amber stuck to the Sun like a brilliant
      honey-colored armor.

      When the Sun rose from the Sea, it was now a glimmering with the color of changing
      reds and yellows, the amber shell reflecting its light. But the Sun never
      forgot the Sea, and once she had finished shining, she would dive down below
      the horizon line again to visit her beloved emerald waves, and the world was
      dark for a while.

      Thus time was born, and there was now day and night, and the Sun was yellow and red,
      like amber”.

      I wrote this when I was seven years old. My dad worked a lot and my mother was often in the hospital (she has multiple sclerosis), so I was often left to my own devices and created stories to figure things out. I remember wondering why the sun was yellow, and when did time start, so I wrote this story to explain it all to myself.

      Did you write when you were a kid? Share some of your childhood stories!

    • Didn’t you grow up in Lithuania? It’s beautiful, imaginative English, especially for a 7-year-old. They read like the words of s precocious future writer.

    • Well, we were obviously very different sorts of seven year olds, you and I. :)

      Here's the only writing my parents saved from when I was that age:

      "I love my mom because she makes me hot oatmeal on cold mornings."

      Ha! My teacher even wrote on it in red pen that I had great descriptive words because I used "hot" and "cold."

      I will say, however, that what I wrote is still true more than two decades later. So there's that.

      I do have a daughter who speaks the way you wrote, above. She is enchanted with language and the world around her and reads so many fairy tales with rich words that they just come out of her when I least expect it. We did a science lesson recently about distinguishing between living and non-living things and she seemed to understand until the end, when she said..."Ok, I get what you're saying about rocks and dirt, but rivers *are* alive." She went on to paint a lovely image of how rivers sing and dream and are capable of emotion. It was enchanting and I didn't correct her. I just let her be eight.