Louisa Jones Dang Link
to Louisa's blog I was nine years old when I first realized that I
enjoyed writing. My teacher had given the class an unusual writing assignment—to
write about two men who had disappeared from a deserted island during
a thunderstorm. The men were never found, and to this day, no one knows
if they’re still alive or how they disappeared. I don’t
remember exactly what I wrote, except that I was really excited about
“solving” the mystery of the missing men. I remember putting
myself in the men’s shoes and trying to imagine how it would feel
to be trapped all alone on an island, surrounded by torrential rain,
thunder and lightening. When we’d finished, the teacher read my
story to the class, and I felt especially proud; I’m not sure
if it was because I’d put so much effort into the story, or if
it was the idea (in my head, at least) that my classmates were hanging
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