While looking through a box of old possessions, I found this book. A book that I apparently wrote, illustrated, and handmade in fourth grade. I was just musing the other night about my dream of writing books, and my belief that I'm never going to be good enough to actually do it. I had mostly forgotten about this project, because I don't remember much from my childhood at all. But here it was. Here it is. It ain't no masterpiece, that's for certain. But I sort of like it? Now that I'm thinking about it, I can vaguely recall being really happy with finding the fabric that made the cover, even if it doesn't really have that much to do with the book itself. So it's got that going for it.
I throw it here for your perusal. It's not winning any awards, but I hope you like it anyway.