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i wrote my very first story at age 4. i remember it because it made me sad, i remember that it had an orange aura and it made me sad. it was called the lost raindrop. it was about a raindrop that gets separated from her family during a summer rain. this little raindrop landed on the window of a blue and white trailer in bunnlevel, north carolina. she slowly zigged and zagged across the glass trying to find her sisters and mother, joining and then leaving small groups, but they were gone. inside of the window, the lost raindrop saw a little girl. she had wild curly hair and big brown eyes. she was cutting red velvet into strips and she was surrounded by yellow paper triangles. the little girl looked out the window, searching for something. the lost raindrop saw she was alone. then, the little girl went running to the window and smiled, revealing the gap between her front two teeth. the lost raindrop saw an old blue pinto station wagon pull up. a dark man with thick black hair and small hands was driving. when the little girl saw him, she started to cry. this helped the lost raindrop to forget her own sadness. but, she was slowly streaking to the bottom of the window. she did not want to leave the little girl alone. she knew that the little girl's happiness was not in that blue pinto. she tried to open her mouth to the little girl, but she had no mouth, no voice to yell with. the little girl scooped up all her velvet strips and the yellow triangles and crawled under the kitchen table. the lost raindrop slid off the glass, landing in the crease between the window and the pleated wall of the trailer. there were other raindrops there... lots of them... but not her sisters and mother. the lost raindrop swam to the edge to fall out, but she kept getting pushed under by all the new raindrops. it was hard for the lost raindrop to understand her new home, but there were lots of other raindrops to watch, so she didn't notice when the sun came out. slowly, the other raindrops began to disappear until she was the only raindrop left. she looked up and noticed a rainbow of neon colors, then she blacked out. the next day, the sad little girl strung her velvet strips with bells and then glued them to the paper triangles. she made her very own wind chime, one that made soft jingles. she raised the window and hung this chime over the sill. when the wind hit it, she would hear those tiny bells and smile.
_______________________ i was four.
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