“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
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,
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!