Occasionally I like to take the boxes down and paw through my old works. The cardboard boxes are worn and the papers are yellowing. But I still remember plucking away on my typewriter when the idea of a story hit. And oh, the agony of having to put my writing materials away when the little nieces and nephews came to visit (or any other kids, for that matter!). I'd be BUSTING with ideas and I'd have to resort to scribbling down ideas, waiting for the opportunity to once again set up shop and start pounding out another story.
And what did I write about, you ask?
Some of the earlier hand-written stuff was Bible stories. I'd draw Adam and Eve (but I named her 'Eva' because I thought it sounded prettier) and the tempting fruit, instead of an apple, was a bunch of grapes (because I liked grapes better). I created my own series featuring a family with sextuplets after a family with quints was often featured in Mom's Good Housekeeping magazine, and I wanted to do them one better. For years I was fixated on the Little House books series, so I of course wrote stories about pioneer families.
I was never very outdoorsy and spent most of my recess time at my desk writing or drawing. I was that kid.
I'm glad I have all my old writings in my possession. They really are kind of awful, because I never edited, revised or rewrote anything. Grammatical and spelling errors abounded--I didn't even double-space! But when I was writing them, I was, as they would say nowadays, "in the zone." And it's fun to periodically take those 2 cardboard boxes down, read through my old works and reminisce.