So…I just found this in a box of old papers.
Word for word, the first story I ever wrote; in Grade 2. Apparently I’ve always been obsessed with space, and zoom was my favorite verb (still is). For better or worse, here it is…
MY FLEET OF SPACESHIPS
My spaceship is big. It’s as big as the Goodyear Blimp. I am on an alien hunt. I have found two dead ones. I put them in one of the ships. Suddenly the ship blew up. The aliens were alive and they were gigantic. They could fly and lots of other things. I went zooming fast.
Suddenly I saw a planet with something on it that looked like an alien. I zoomed down but it wasn’t an alien, it was Travis. It really was Travis. I landed and got out and picked up Travis and put him in my spaceship. I took my gun and got into my scooter and zoomed off in it.
When I was about three miles away from the ship I saw an alien. I zoomed towards him. Suddenly I fell down a pit. The pit had millions of aliens in it. I got out my gun and pointed it at them. They started to chase me. I zoomed along in my space scooter. Suddenly I turned around and shot them. I zoomed to the place where I fell, I got to the space ship and took off.