Lttle Deb

When I was little, I hated watermelon, mustard, and black licorice. The year my sister asked for a bride doll for Christmas, I asked for a tractor. I learned to ride my bicycle in one day, proudly wearing all the scrapes I got. In first grade I had to stand in the corner. In second grade I had to sit out in the hallway. In fifth grade, my teacher sent in a poem I had written and it was published in a book of student writing called "Wonder Writers." I was hooked. I write for children because I remember what it's like to be a kid, or maybe part of me never grew up. I still like to do some things other people think are silly. I can unicycle, hula-hoop, and juggle, but not at the same time. I've learned to like watermelon and some kinds of mustard, but I still don't like black licorice.