At five, I wrote and illustrated my first story. It was two sentences long, and went like this:
There once was a girl who did not obey a stop sign.
She fell into a hole and a snake killed her.
I guess the picture was supposed to be the girl, the stop sign, and the snake. I came across it a few years ago at my mother’s place. It has since been mislaid, but Mom has promised to send the story, complete with illustration, if she finds it.
