When I was in the first grade, I was obsessed with poodles, especially pink ones. I always wanted to own a poodle, preferably a pink one, of course. I think my love of poodles came from the fact that poodles have curly hair like I do.
Anyway, for my birthday that year, my parents bought me a stuffed, pink poodle that had a zipper along the back and a strap that you could attach and detach. Since I was the biggest girly-girl too, I took that purse EVERYWHERE although I was a child with nothing to carry in a purse. Since I took it everywhere, it's no surprise that I couldn't find it one day.
That day, I went to school devastated that I had lost my pink poodle purse. I vividly remember the drawing I made in my journal that day with my twist up Crayola colored pencils (picture for nostalgia below). The picture was a of a tree with a single tree limb below the circles of green that were there to imitate the leaves of real trees. On this single tree branch, I drew the pink poodle purse and a glass of lemonade. Lemonade why? I have no idea. I guess I figured that's what pink poodles enjoyed drinking. A stereotypical corner sun was drawn on the edge of the page, shining down on the lemonade and my poor pink poodle purse.
Where the purse went is still a mystery today.
Note: I really love biographical writing. Not only does it make me think about these memories and put them into writing, it's very nostalgic for me. Each of these prompts makes me think of very specific times in my life, and it is so fun to reflect on them through writing and refresh my memories.
Anyway, for my birthday that year, my parents bought me a stuffed, pink poodle that had a zipper along the back and a strap that you could attach and detach. Since I was the biggest girly-girl too, I took that purse EVERYWHERE although I was a child with nothing to carry in a purse. Since I took it everywhere, it's no surprise that I couldn't find it one day.
That day, I went to school devastated that I had lost my pink poodle purse. I vividly remember the drawing I made in my journal that day with my twist up Crayola colored pencils (picture for nostalgia below). The picture was a of a tree with a single tree limb below the circles of green that were there to imitate the leaves of real trees. On this single tree branch, I drew the pink poodle purse and a glass of lemonade. Lemonade why? I have no idea. I guess I figured that's what pink poodles enjoyed drinking. A stereotypical corner sun was drawn on the edge of the page, shining down on the lemonade and my poor pink poodle purse.
Where the purse went is still a mystery today.
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| (Image information: Crayola Twistables obtained from United Now) |
Note: I really love biographical writing. Not only does it make me think about these memories and put them into writing, it's very nostalgic for me. Each of these prompts makes me think of very specific times in my life, and it is so fun to reflect on them through writing and refresh my memories.
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