It’s Throwback Thursday again, and today I’m sharing something with you straight out of the vault. My grandma didn’t save a ton of stuff from when I was a kid, but I have a small folder of special works I did from way back.
I started kindergarten when I was four and a half, and I specifically remember writing this before I was in school. So, I had to have been four at the time.
My grandfather (who was like my dad) worked as a citrus fruit inspector. So not only did we have a lot of citrus trees in our yard, but we also lived next to an orange grove, and Granddaddy was always bringing home bags of oranges. (You’ll see why I’m giving you this backstory when you read my throwback masterpiece.)
This is the very first “poem” I ever wrote. (I think it’s especially funny that I didn’t even know which side of the paper to use, not to mention that I spelled orange “ORGJE”.)
If you can’t read it (and why would you be able to with handwriting like that?), it says:
Hey, we see the tree.
The big orange tree.
The Florida tree.
Oh, goody, oh, goody,
We get some oranges.
(P.S. I only know what it says because my grandma rewrote it on the back.)
(Yep, that’s my granddaddy and me above.)