I’ve loved writing since high-school. Tenth grade (1952) seems to have been the beginning of it all. While searching through some files today, I found this missile written by me in the tenth grade. At first glance, it looks like this is the actual paper I turned in for the assignment; so much for presentation and neatness. (At second glance, it actually is the original paper; no corrections, teachers comments etc.)
The teacher in my class was a young woman just out of college. She was great. When looking back on my high school days, she comes to mind as one of my favorites. Maybe it was because I loved writing and the English Class, or maybe it was a combination of English, writing, and her.
As I recall this harrowing description of “camping out”, my mind goes back to one adventure where I woke up the next morning feeling just like this. Needless to say, camping has never been a favorite pastime of mine since that overnight incident. She said we could write about anything we wished. Well, there ya go.