(Possibly) The First Story I Ever Wrote

3-year-old Jarrod MacKay's Frog Story

This is an image of what is possibly the first story I ever wrote.  Dictated (but not read) to my Mom as I apparently insisted she write it down.  I was three years old.  The text reads:

One day there was a frog and he hopped on a lily pad.  The he jumped off his lily pad into the water.  When he got out of the water he hopped on a dry log.  After he hopped off the log he hopped toward a house.  He went into a yard.  When he went out of the yard he went back to his lily pad.  After he hopped off the lily pad he went back to his mother.

The drawing at the bottom of the page, done by yours truly, seems to depict the circuitous path of the frogs incessant hopping from one object to another.

While the story may be lacking a little in plot, it does evoke a certain Seinfeld-ian "story about nothing" ethos.  The twist ending with the mother frog coming out of no where should also not be overlooked.

I've always been interested in creating.  I'm not sure I ever questioned where stories, music, and movies come from.  They're made by people and I've always wanted to be part of the process of bringing them into the world.