WARNING: Overly cute, pointless, and mostly uninteresting oversharing ahead.
I wrote the following when I was nine, for my fourth grade English teacher. A framed copy of that essay hangs on my wall now (it was a graduation present from my aunt), and I typed it down exactly as written, twenty years ago.
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"How To Slay A Dragon"
The first thing you do is get a sharp sword, a suit of armor, and a good horse. Next, find out who you are rescuing, where you are going to rescue them, and when you are going to rescue them. Then find out how strong the dragon is and how brave.
Now you are ready! (I hope!) See what he looks like. Don't be nervous or panicky. It can lead to death if you get nervous. Panicky? I'd rather not say. Go slay it. You're ready!
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So. Just now I was sitting here staring idly at the essay and thinking about nothing. And all of a sudden, a little voice in the back of my brain pipes up.
"Dammit, Ashton. You see? That's how you slay a damn dragon!"
... you know, if I wanted snide SO2 comments from the peanut gallery, I'd ask.
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Hmmmm. I wonder if Ryu (of BOF3) would take well to this essay of yours?
Posted by Nathan @ 12/21/2001 10:39 AM EST
Heh....
That is a cute essay. I wrote a lot worse when I was that age...It makes me cringe to think about it...
Posted by Wolf @ 12/21/2001 07:59 PM EST
