My grandma sent me this story I wrote when I was seven… when I was in my prime as a writer.
Once upon a time, I wanted to be a pastor. I think God was calling me to be one. I read the Bible and I watched Reggie White play Jeopardy and there was ‘The Bible’ and he picked ‘The Bible’ and that’s what I would have picked. Every night before I go to bed, I say my prayers.
I try not to lie, but it is very hard for me because I have got in the habit and I have to get out of it. when I get older, I want build my own church. I don’t want to use somebody else’s church. I lost my bible and it has been lost for three months. I still look for it because it is one of the thing I read in bed.
Now I am bigger and I am a pastor. I preach for people. It is very hard for me to get to my wife, but the meetings are fun and I like to have meetings. My church has black and white people in it. Half black and half white. When new people come in, I really really enjoy and lets me know that there is new people in town. I have been a pastor for 10 years now and it has been fun, but for a year, I am going to have to take some time off so I can spend some time with my wife. After a year it felt like my first time since it was so long.
Now I am an old grandpa. I still preach, but today, I got really sick and I can’t preach. I am so sick that I can die. In the nursing home, I preach for the Grandmas and Grandpas. After a year, I died.
My grave was big and everybody said in the funeral that I had a big heart.
(Yes, I was as weird at 7 as I am now.)