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Stories by Little Kids

We were reading old stories written by us kids, and laughing at some of them. My younger siblings used to, at times, dictate stories to me which I would write by hand or on the computer. When we were bored and trying to think of what to do, one of the options we’d sometimes come up with was, “Tell stories”. Not all of them were saved, but I can remember some common themes. Most of them featured “a little boy”, who was not always named. Many involved a farmer–I can remember Justin dictating a long, long story which took several hours about a farmer, but I don’t seem to have that one saved anywhere. Owen’s stories usually had lots of random, unrelated things happening one after the other. Evan’s stories, on the other hand, usually had some kind of tragic element to it, and often involved the woods–a little boy boy going off on his own to live in the woods, for example, and having to take care of himself and feeling very sad because he missed his parents–or something of that sort.  I seem to recall that many of the stories also featured a little boy being naughty, for which there were always consequences. Many of the kids stories had food in it, various yummy things that the people in the story were eating, I guess because that was a fun thing for them to imagine.

Each of these stories can only be best appreciated if you were there to hear to hear the 5 – 7 year old child telling it, a faraway look in their eyes as they imagined what was happening in their tale. They lose some of the charm when they are only words written on paper, and so many years have passed that I can’t remember the sound of their voice as they told it.

Here are a few of the stories I have saved:

This was an anonymous story, probably by Evan or Justin:

“Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Fred. He had a mother and father. And he was 5. One day, he decided to go up in the woods. Course, that wasn’t so strange, because he liked to go up in the woods a lot. And he brung some clothes to dress up in. And so he went halfway up there, and got on his clothes, which were like an alien. So he made an “Eeek!” And his mother and father came running, and he sneaked up on them. And he jumped and faced-to-faced them. So his mother and father screamed! So he took off his clothes quickly, very quick. And he jumped in front of them, and his mother and father said, “We saw an alien!” He laughed and said, “That was just me!”

This story was another anonymous story, but I have a guess of who wrote it:

“Once upon a time there was a sheep farm, and on the sheep farm who take care of the sheep was named Charlie Brown, and he liked to take care of his sheep, and he liked haying best. Till one day he decided farming wasn’t any good because his barn collapsed. And it got burned up after that, and he had to go the hospital, and that was a sad story. The End.”

It makes me laugh because it would be just like little six-year old Evan to think up a little sad tale like that. I hadn’t written on the paper who dictated the story, but I do suspect it was Evan. Evan’s always had a bit of a melancholy streak.

I believe this one was by Owen. If nothing else, because of the emphasis on certain words, which is the way Owen used to talk when he was little. (“Snack bar”, by the way, is what we used to call it when we pretended we had a restaurant and served various snacks to our customers–i.e. siblings–such as toast or a piece of fruit.  It used to be a common occurrence for one of the little kids to ask Mom, “Hey Mom, can I do a snack bar?” Originally they were part of a larger game but I think at some point it became just a commonplace thing to do.)

A little boy named Justin, and then he asked his mother and father if he could make a snack bar. And then he decided to go up in the woods with a gun, and he saw a deer eatin’ berries, and he wished HE could eat berries, too! And so he SHOT THE DEER. Then he went farther up into the woods. Then he found some different berries, and he picked them and put them in a bowl. Then he heard howlings of a coyote. Then he noticed a coyote got hurt. Then he went to go find the coyote that got hurt. And THEN he FINALLY went to the top of the woods, which of COURSE wasn’t too far, because he didn’t have a very big woods. THEN he went back down to the house. And then his mother and father said, “You’ve been up in the woods very long, I think.” And THEN he climbed up the apple tree. Then the mother and father said to the boy in the tree, “I think we want a new name for you, Justin.” They said, “What’s your name, is Owen.” Then, they went to Jim & Daryl’s. Then what happened is they by mistake ran over a dog. Then it’s THE END. “

 


Story by Evan, age 6, dictated to Cadie. June 29, 1999:
“Once there was a little wolf that liked to eat people. And it always liked to eat little people best. And there was this little boy with this nice flashlight and he went up in the woods every night. And then the little boy began to go up in the woods that night. And then he came to a wolfhole right in front of him. And then the wolf sprang out! And then he ate the little boy!! And his mom was getting worried because he wasn’t back in time. And he always said he’d be back in time. So that night they went up to hunt the wolf. And they found the wolf. And they both shot it with their two-barrel guns. So that night they were very sad, because that little boy always, always helped them when they needed help.”

(You can see the theme of sadness in Evan’s stories.)


This one was titled “DEIRDRE’S ADVENTURE” by Deirdre, early 2007 (age 5) but it is really a story about a naughty little boy.

“Once upon a time there was a big city. There was like no possible way to walk, there was so many peoples walking around. All the houses were empty. That’s why it seemed like there was no possible way to walk. You see, it’s not like that here; it’s just a little village. There is some possible way to walk here–you just walk into the city!

But there was a little place with a house on a hill far away from the city. A little boy’s mother said, “Don’t go on the path, go on the grass. Just make sure you go on the grass, but don’t wander onto the path.”

So the little boy wandered onto the path. He came to a big city. He went over a bridge into the big city, and he kept on walking until all of the peoples were int eh house. He wasn’t in time but he knocked on the door. A lady opened the door, said “Come in! I’d love you if you came in. Come on in.” The little boy came in; the lady got some drink and some food for him. He ate up all the drink and the food, but he walked home to his mother’s house, and he said to his mother, “I went in to the city!” His mother gave him a spanking of course.

Peoples from everywhere came from each house to visit and have a nice party. But the little boy didn’t go in or out of bed. While the people were still having the party, he snuck out of bed and hurried along the bridge to one of the city houses and had a party there. “Nice cake!” he said. And he ran back to his bed before his mother could say, “You can come down, Jack, and stop resting.” Now the little boy was being very bad. He went up into a tree and built a treehouse for only himself to sleep in, and do stuff that he wanted to.

Now the mother wondered where he was. The little boy finished his house just in time and took a little rest from making his treehouse. Now when he woke up from his little rest he ate some of his food he brought and then it was almost nighttime so he got ready for bed and went to bed. A little girl came to his treehouse and knocked on the door. He opened the door and said “Welcome in!” They had a little party, but when they were done the little girl had to come and go to her mother–go home to her mother. But she said goodbye; Jack said goodbye too. Know why he built that treehouse? So he could go to the city whenever he wanted to without bothering his mom and dad. Now the boy fell asleep every night and had no trouble doing anything. But he was being very bad, don’t you think?

The little boy kept walking to the big city. But uh-oh! He found a a big monster in the middle of the path. He RAN away. And the monster ran away too! But he wasn’t exactly running away, he was running away after the little boy! And then the monster hid. The little boy thought it was safe. So he went out to the city again. The monster kept roaring and roaring after him! But the little boy didn’t hear it, he was so calmly walking. Gulp! The monster ate him! But swallowed him whole–so the the little boy could just crawl out. The End.

An Etch-a-Sketch “paper game” that Cadie played with me

Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Deirdre. And she asked her older sister, Cadie, if she wanted to play an Etch-a-Sketch paper game (which is just a paper game played on an Etch-a-Sketch.) And so, she forced Cadie to say yes!

And so, in the game Cadie started out in the living room. Deirdre was her “GPS”, you could say, and um well Cadie wanted to go outside. And Cadie went outside, and found herself on the lawn! Great! Now what! And so I told her–ahem, the GPS told her–that she could go to Old Man’s Cave, or into to the forest, or-or-I forget where. Anyway, Cadie said she wanted to just start walking and see where she’d end up. And so Cadie walked to the creek. And she crossed the creek. (You can imagine how hard this was for her GPS Etch-a-Sketch to draw!) Then she came to a woods. And she got some acorns and some other nuts, and she also tamed a little duck from breadcrumbs in her pocket.

And Cadie decided to keep going and the GPS drew out another landscape on the GPS’s Etch-a-Sketch, and… where was I? Cadie came out of the clearing in the woods, and she saw big mountains! So she climbed the moutains, because there was nothing better to do. Huff, huff, huff,  huff-huff-huff–poor ducky, who was flying all that way. Read more »

A story/dream I had

By Deirdre

Well, the dream started out with a draw-er [i.e, person who draws] and he drew whatever he saw, whether he liked it or not. And so one day there was this really prissy snotty spoiled queen person came to the house, he drew a picture of her. And the next morning he woke up in a sandy place (after a beeping noise had gone away and he had fallen back asleep) and he saw that all the people that he had drawn that he didn’t like were after them. And the queen was the biggest one. And then he started running away, but somehow he never left this building that was sitting out in the middle of the desert. And so then finally he jumped on top of it—and all that time I was thinking, “Write Stop! Write Stop, you ninny!” Because after all I was kind of in control of that guy, and he finally grabbed a stick and wrote “Stop”.

And by that time his little brother had entered the dream and jumped on top of it (the building). And then he sort of woke up from this daze and his mother was saying “Would you please get out of that daze, or whatever you’re in, to eat supper!” because he was acting really strange. Then all of a sudden he heard a beeping noise, but he ignored it and fell back asleep.

And he woke up in a snowy place! (There was a sandy place lots of times, and there was a snowy place lots of times, so I can never be sure when I’m remembering the dream which it was.) And then he tried to jump on top of the building with his stick again with his little brother, but he couldn’t! For some reason there was a force stopping him.

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Something interesting I saw

This evening I saw something kind of interesting. Some wolves/coyotes were chasing two deer on the hill. I remember one of the deer rearing up on its hind legs, but I couldn’t see too terribly much, because it was dusky out. If I was younger, that probably would of scared me pretty good. I don’t have any pictures but I guess I just felt like writing about it.

A little bit about The Little Kids Adventure

First, you should know that most of the stuff I write about is not how it was when we played it (which we still do sometimes.) I can’t remember what happened when we played it, exactly. So, I make it up, mostly. Maybe when I get to the more recent stuff I will be remembering more and making up less. Hopefully it doesn’t bother Caleb that I make up a pretty lot of it. Another thing you should know, is that when we play The Little Kids Adventure with our cousin Christan we aren’t playing the same Little Kids Adventure as when we do it by ourselves. And you should remember that Dierdre’s in The Little Kids Adventure too.

The little kids Adventure Episode 2 of Book 1

Here is Episode 2.

One night while Caleb and Owen were  sleeping, some goblins sneaked into the dark dungeon ‘s cave and grabbed Deirdre and sneaked away. When Caleb and Owen woke up, they forgot about Dierdre because they heard noises outside the cave. They poked there heads out of the cave and saw two orcs talking to each other. So they both picked up a rock each, and knocked the orcs out with them, and stabbed them dead with there own weapons. Then they set off to look for Deidre. As They went along, They saw a house that had a sign near it that said ‘Eat free candy Here and sometimes gain powers.’ So they went up to the candy shop and knocked on the door. A little rabbit poked his head out the window and asked them what kind of candy they wanted. (Caleb and Owen were very young, so a talking rabbit didn’t seem strange to them.)Owen said, “We don’t want any candy, little rabbit. (witch was not quite true) “We just want to find our sister Dierdre.” The little rabbit, seeming to know a lot, replied, “You won’t find Deirdre, she will just turn up sometime. One thing you should know, my boy, is that not all goblins are bad.”

“So  what?  We’re going home!” said Owen and he started to walk away. “You don’t have a home!” the little rabbit yelled after them. “So what, we’ll build one!” Owen yelled back. And the next day they set out in search for something to cut trees down with. While the were walking along, they came to the town the orcs chased them out of. The only building that was left standing was a tavern, witch the orcs didn’t want to destroy because it had lots of food in it. So Owen and Caleb Walked right in and made themselves at home.

Maybe even a year later, Owen and Caleb decided to go out and fight the orcs. They had found some weapons lying around the tavern, and they set off in the direction of spider mountain. While they were walking along, Some goblins jumped out of the trees and started whacking Owen and Caleb on the feet with there hammers (The Goblins that we made are very small.)

How well do you know Owen? Quiz

Since Caleb and Deirdre did it, why not me?

1. What is my favorite Animal?

A. Baby chick

B. Rabbit

C. Kangaroo

D. Tiger

 

2. What is my favorite color?

A. Red

B. Blue

C. Yellow

D. Orange

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How Well Do You Know Caleb? Quiz

Here’s the quiz that I made:

1. What are my two favorite colors?

(a)  Orange and yellow
(b)  Brown and white
(c)  Green and red
(d)  Blue and green
(e)  Purple and black

2.  If I could choose a super-power, what would it be?

(a)  Reading minds
(b)  Flying
(c)  Being able to walk through walls
(d)  Being invisible
(e)  Super speed

3.  What two things do I wish I knew how to do that I don’t:

(a)  Raising one eyebrow and swimming
(b)  Playing the piano and wiggling my ears
(c)  Winking one eye and riding a bike
(d)  Whistling and building things such as tree forts
(e)  Snapping my fingers and climbing trees

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How Well Do You Know Deirdre? Quiz

Deirdre saw Cadie make a quiz like this on Facebook, and she thought it would be fun to make one, too.

Pick what answers you think are right, and at the bottom of the quiz the right answers, and explanations why, are given.

1. Which of these is one of my chores right now?

(a) Cleaning the steps
(b) Cleaning the kitchen
(c) Washing breakfast dishes
(d) Drying breakfast dishes
(e) Drying lunch dishes

2. What is my favorite chore? (note: some of these aren’t actually my chores)

(a) Drying breakfast dishes
(b) Drying lunch dishes
(c) Washing lunch dishes
(d) Washing breakfast dishes
(e) Cleaning the upstairs hallway

3. What are my favorite animals besides chickens?

(a) cats and ducks
(b) dogs and cats
(c) hamsters and mice
(d) horses and ponies
(e) birds (not chickens) and goats

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The story of a grandpa and grandma

This is a story Deirdre dictated to me (Cadie). She dictated it over the course of several days. I’m not sure she ever officially finished it, but we both decided to just post it now since she wasn’t writing any more to it.

I can’t remember if I already posted it, so if I did, this is a repeat. I think, though, that I was going to post it but never actually did.

(Note: It’s not very clear to the reader, but at the beginning of this story, the grandpa and grandma are not married. They are both widow/widower.)

The Story of a Grandpa and Grandma
By Deirdre

Once upon a time there was an old man with some grandchildren who lived on a farm. And there was no one there but him. (He had grandchildren, but they were at a different house.) There was a grandma that lived 2 miles away from the grandfather.

The grandpa had a wagon and two horses. One was white with black spots and another was brown with a white streak going down on its forehead. The grandmother had an old-fashioned car. (Not the car nowadays, it was the car like when cars were first coming out.)

The grandpa was a cheerful old man. But the grandma was a grim old grandma! She didn’t care about children, she just cared about how many chores she got at her house and she fussed about how much work she got.

ONE day…. The grandpa decided to visit the grandmother. The grandmother was so surprised that she threw her arms him and decided not to be grim anymore. She decided it was too much work to be grim, and she couldn’t ever do it. So she decided to make a doll for one of the grandchildren girls of the grandpa and of hers. And she started to invent something that was so amazing, she had to work on it for VERY many days. And she decided to call it, a computer.

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