Throwback Thursday: If I had 3 Wishes

In first and second grade, my teacher encouraged us to make books so we could practice our writing skills. At the time I was very impressed with myself because I wrote a lot of books. In looking through these “books”, 30 years later, I am amused by the fact that very few of them are actually finished. I would start off very excitedly and a few pages in, I would literally drop my pencil and move on to something else. The foreshadowing was unrecognized at the time, but looking back, it is quite telling.

Currently I’m working on scanning all my childhood paraphernalia, as it is starting to disintegrate into dust (construction paper is not meant to last). God knows I’ll probably get 1/3 of the way through and lose interest – in that regard, little has changed since second grade.

I do intend to share some of my early childhood creations, starting with this gem:

If I Had 3 Wishes


Obviously I wanted long hair and a full set of teeth…


Mrs. Bush was the best!


My cat, named Bunny, disappeared one day and we never saw her again. Sad. Also, it would have been nice if I could look more normal so other kids wouldn’t make fun of me.


My neighborhood was full of old people and it sucked.


Who is this, RIngo Starr?


Look at the sad pioneer woman!


And her sad woodcutter husband!


He’s about to get his 3 wishes! But aww, that’s the last page of my book.

If there’s one thing I wish Mrs. Bush would have taught us, it would have been storyboarding. Maybe I was just out that day. But to this day I struggle to plan things out – preferring instead to jump in and get started, only to find out that I’ve run out of paper (or time, or budget) before I could finish my story.

Perhaps one day I will learn!

4 thoughts on “Throwback Thursday: If I had 3 Wishes

  1. Susan McKelvie says:

    This is hysterical. I like the dog earrings you gave yourself on the title page. So glad you had such an amazing teacher. She was just who you needed at that time in your life.

    • Uncommon Heather says:

      I was cracking up over the bicycles on my shirt. I guess fashion designer was never meant to be one of my callings.

      No wonder the woodcutter is so sad, he is trying to cut down a tree while holding his axe backwards.

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