It's early days but the signs are good. Poppy (granddaughter), aged just five, insists when she comes for a visit on going on the computer and writing stories. She can concentrate on this task for over an hour at a time which isn't bad for a five-year-old and her stories are becoming more and more intricate.
She also loves to include photos and drawings from the Internet as she makes what she describes as "my book."
So I thought it would be nice to include her latest story which mentions Aliens and Adjectives in the same piece. I typed this up for her, but I promise what is here are all her own words. Please when you read it remember that Poppy is only five-years-old.
"One day there was a poor alien and he went to a very nice school but sometimes he didn’t like going there but when he got there he had a great time.
When he went home he always went to his grandma and grandads. It was his favourite place in the whole world.
When he got home he was always having dinner as it was always very late.
The next day he went to school he found a very good friend to play with and that was how it was his favourite thing in the whole world. But then his friend went and he was very sad. But then he actually noticed something better.
Even though his friend had gone he still had his class which was called Willow Class. He loved it there and he didn’t need to be sad because all the teachers and the teaching assistants helped him.
Sometimes when he got home from his grandmas he watched TV. Then he felt very happy because he was talking about adjectives and they were talking about tallness and colour.
But then he noticed that adjectives were not just characters. They were not just people in the book but aliens too and there was colour and numbers and also there was height and shapes and there were at least two colours of aliens.
Even though some of them only had one colour they always had pink mouths so they had two colours. One of them has got purple and green on his body and one of them has three eyes. They all have numbers on their bodies. They might have three eyes and they all have different number of eyes and they might have lots of ears and lots of tusks.
But then I found a very great thing that made me so happy. Not just Willow Class was around. There were other classes too and so I had many friends.
THE END
I seem to remember having a similar love of words as I grew up, but perhaps not quite at the age of five. I do remember writing stories when I was very young. They were usually about monsters and went on and on and on. I bet they were really boring to read but I wanted to write and write and write.
I specifically remember at Junior School, writing a project on Cliff Richard with lots of photos taken from magazines. And you could say I've continued writing ever since.
Now with this daily blog I feel I'm reaching a new audience. My blog of a few days ago attracted my first 200 reads for one blog. That's hugely heartening. And so to a description of my first website (I will be posting one a day for the next few days). Please make me happy by visiting them.
Many years ago I started a website for Hethersett. It was quite an extensive one with village history, village news, media cuttings, photos and much more. Unfortunately the service provider for this website stopped serving the UK market (they were German based) so I had no alternative but to set-up a new site. I did this primarily at first to act as an archive for the e-magazine Hethersett Herald. So the address I set-up was:
www.hethersettherald.weebly.com
Thankfully I kept copies of many of the files from the original site and I am beginning to move many of them across to the new site. I have also set-up a Hethersett History section which I hope will be of interest/use to anyone who wants to know a little more about the history of our village. I'm afraid many of the photographs may have been lost, although I'm still hopeful that I will be able to find them somewhere on a portable drive.
Tomorrow I will tell you a bit more about a website I have for photographs of Norfolk (and also further afield).