When I was little, I loved writing stories. One of those stories decorates the cupboard in our hallway ever since I can remember. I thought I’d share that brilliant little story with you today (translated from Dutch). A little disclaimer is needed though: I don’t actually have anything against firemen, I think they’re great. I feel like little me just felt like this depiction of the fire department would be absolutely comical.
Once upon a time there were some foolish firemen
One day someone called to tell them there was a fire
They got ready and quickly went there
When they arrived it seemed they had forgotten the hosepipe
They quickly went back
They wanted to save the mother
And then it seemed they had forgotten the ladder
They quickly went back again
They saved the mother and wanted to extinguish the house
Then it seemed they had even forgotten the water
They fetched the water
And when they came back …………………………
The entire house was burnt down
And they lived a foolishly ever after
Horrible or brilliant? Horribly brilliant? Brilliantly horrible? Regardless, it makes me laugh to think about little me writing this. Does this say a lot about me? Maybe. Maybe it’s nothing more than a nice personal memorabile (even if it is in Comic Sans, lol). Have you kept any stories you might have written when you were still in awe of the world? I’d love to read them.