MY ADVENTURE, AND YOUR ADVENTURE: A Story Of The Imagination.
Like all young boys, the main boy in this story loved dirt. He threw it, he created whole castles with it, and he even, sometimes, ate it. But on this paticular day, he was digging in it. It was what he loved doing. He sometimes found little wriggily worms, and on other occasions, he found little shiny things. But on this day he would find something special, very special indeed.
Rupert was digging in his back yard, which his mom, of course, hated. But that didn't stop him, in fact, he did it more often, knowing that he was breaking a rule. His motto was "rules are meant to be broken". He probably couldn't have told you this, for he was 6, and he was mute.
No matter how hard he tried, he could not make sounds come out of his mouth. He could hear perfectly, and see perfectly too, it was just that he couldn't talk. And so, he had all his conversations in his head, which was fine with him. His favourite place to be was outside, doing something, And usualy, that something involved dirt. He had this facination with dirt, nobody knew why he loved it so much. Ohh, but he knew.
He loved the feel of it, when he picked up as much as he little hands could, and slowly let it fall through his fingers. And he loved, LOVED, all the adventures he had in it. He would pretend he was an adventure, like the ones that were in the stories his dad told him. Because, right after his love for dirt, came his love for stories. He loved how he could escape into other worlds, just by thinking. And it helped, when his dad was home, and read from the big book of his.
Thats what he wanted to be when he grew up, a person who writes books, and then reads them to people. That would be the life. And maybe he could even sneak in times to play with dirt, when he wasn't writing. But for now, he was an explorer, and today he had found one of the greatest treasures.
He had been digging for a little less then half the day, when his hand hit something hard. He yelped in pain, but it didn't hurt much, so he toughed it out, and was determined to find what had hurt him so. This time he didn't dig so fast, but he slowly scrapped away the dirt, and then he saw what he had uncovered. It was a box, a metal box. And it was shiny. Which is what he liked about it. Right away, he knew that it was the find of his life.
After he had gotten the metal box out of the dirt, he brought it to the porch, and tried to see what it was. After much looking at it, he found out it was hollow, and he was determined to open it. After a little bit of pulling, he got it open. And what he saw inside...was more amazing then the box it's self.
What was inside the box? Well, there were two books, and two pens, and one peice of paper. One of the books had writing on it, as did the piece of paper. The other book was blank. Rupert knew how to read and so he read the page first.
From: A Fellow Adventurer
To: A Future Adventurer.
"If you have found this little metal box, then you have unlocked the key to adventures. One of these books has a story on it, and the other, is for you to write your own story on. Keep your book safe, for after your done with your story, you must put it back into the ground, with another blank book, so the next person can have his/her own adventure. And you keep the book that already has stories on it.
P.S. Life full of adventures...HAVE FUN
Rupert could bearly believe his eyes. He had been given his very own book, so that he could write an adventure story. And there was also the other book, the one that had someone else's adventure on it. And so, he walked to bare place on the ground, and started writing his adventure...HIS VERY OWN ADVENTURE.
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