This is my book! I wrote it with my mom! Look at all the drawings!
In first grade, I remember I had to write about my life. I then came up with the idea of making this assignment into a book. There I am, drawing pictures with numerous amount of crayons and having my mom was beside me spelling out each word for me.
Each page had their own topic. My family, my house, my friends, my pets, my favorite activities, and so on. I remember this activity being so fun and remember feeling proud for having able to create something, a book, my own autobiography.
When I brought my book into class, I was eager to show my classmates. I presented it to my whole class and couldn't stop blabbing about it. My own book. Five pages long, all stapled together, and had nothing more than crayons marked on it.