And then I knew I'd never be the same

I received a box of things from my mom's house. Things like a high school prom dress, three tin piano shaped music boxes and college term papers. The highlight is this (and one other) story written when I was 10, 11 or 12 yrs old, in cursif, on wide-lined paper. Ruth suggested I blog it, so I will cuz I do kind of like it. It reminds me of a Buffy episode a little bit.

A Day In Sumney
As I was walking through the town of Sumney, I noticed something very peculiar but I couldn't put my finger on it. Then from out of the blue, a man approached me. He was mumbling something about a marshmallow. I couldn't understand what he was saying because he had something in his mouth. So I just forgot about it and kept walking. Then a child walked up to me and asked me my name. He knew I was a stranger in town and he wanted to help me out any way he could. I asked his name. It was Tony. Then I asked if there was something different about this town. He told me to come and sit down. So we went into a restaurant and sat down in a booth away from any other people. He had a solemn look on his face and talked quietly. "We have a terrible crisis in Sumney," he told me. "We have a marshmallow surplus." Right then I knew what was so peculiar about the town. Everywhere you look, there's a marshmallow. Like right now, the table legs are made of marshmallow. I asked him, "Are you trying to get rid of them by using them for things like table legs?" Tony said yes. "Are you also trying to eat them all?" I asked him. Tony said yes. We got up, left the restaurant and said goodbye. As I was leaving the town, I felt sorry for Sumney. I thought about the man that mumbled something to me, and I knew I'd never be the same.

Happy Halloween!