When I copied my 149 words and went to the site, I was disappointed to learn the contest is only open to U.S. Citizens.
Oh, well.
Anyway, I decided to throw my entry up here.
At three years old, I caught fireflies in Trinidad. At four, I drew my first horse in Thunder Bay.
At seven, I watched whales frolic in Chaleur Bay from the top of a snow bank. When I was ten, Kenny and I protested the impending demise of a weeping willow in Pierrefonds by climbing into its branches and refusing to come down.
At sixteen, I spent a year at an international school in Mallorca and learned that I wasn’t so special, yet I was unique. At seventeen, I rode a Berber mare in Algeria. She took the bit and led me on a wild ride before depositing me on my feet with my arms still wrapped around her neck.
At twenty-four, I married the love of my life and had two talented children.
At forty-seven, I wrote my first novel. At fifty-two, I’m still painting, writing, learning... and married.
What's your life story in 150 words?
4 comments:
very cool. thanks for sharing.
What? No hockey? You could have passed for a U.S. citizen except for the international intrigue. Enjoyed it!
I didn't have space to put in the part where I gave Carl Dicks a fat lip with a slap shot while playing pond hockey. He couldn't play the French horn for weeks.
I think the slap shot is your best bit. ;-)
Nicely done!
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