not exactly solzhenitsyn

As you know, I've been thinking about how I want to encourage my child -- creatively, spiritually, intellectually, etc. And so I've been thinking about how I was encouraged and/or discouraged in my own childhood and how that has impacted my life.

I found my old trip diary the other day when I was unpacking a box of books that had been in storage. My parents bought me the trip diary when I was eight years old to record my thoughts about our travels together. They figured that this was a potentially great creative outlet and told encouraged me to write in it every day as we journeyed across North America in our motorhome. I was required to write one page every day. At the time, I didn't find writing terribly exciting and so I wrote big and double-spaced. Anyway, every day my parents would ask me what I had written. I suppose they were just interested in seeing how I expressed myself, who knew that they would find my writing censor-worthy. I found a few passages that were crossed out by order -- the following entry has my favourite one. Here it is, typos and all:

Sun. Dec. 30

My mom and oma went to church and we didn't but my opa did too go to church when My dad, my brother and I went for a walk we saw a liquor dispenser and it was a boy holding his penus and it go's liquor instead of pee in your cup. That day we got to Las Vegas, Nevada but I was asleep and I woke up and saw a nice Circus Circus sign.

I only used thirteen pages of the two hundred or so in the book. And it was a very long time before I showed any interest in writing. Perhaps I was afraid of continued censorship. More likely, I simply preferred playing with my new Vic20.

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[joJo]

Ahahahaha!! That's hilarious!!!