A good friend of mine from back in BC, John David Siebenga, is in the process of moving. Somewhere, in some wonderful box, he found an old copy of The Monthly Adventures, a publication put out by our elementary school class. The copy that he found contained what I think is my very first published writing, and for your reading pleasure I have reproduced it here, warts and all.
It’s a work of fiction, and it’s dated May 12, 1993.
It was an awesome sunny day. My dad had said that on a day like this, we should go waterskiing. So we begged our dad. Finally after two hours, he said, “yes.” We shouted “yahoo!” and quickly packed up our stuff and left. We got to Cultus lake at 12:45. After a quick lunch, we started. I got to go first, since I was the oldest. I put on my lifejacket and snapped on my skiis. My dad and I tied the rope to the boat. Dad got into the boat and took off. My sister, Heidi, freaked out and fainted as soon as I was in deep water.
Then came the scary part. My dad took the 5th turn but it was a sharp one. I fell sideways and sprained my foot. I started yelling for my dad to stop. He stopped and asked me why he had to stop. “I have a sprained foot.” My dad swam over and put me in the boat. We rode to shore. My dad drove me to the hospital. They stuck a cast on my foot. After that, we drove back to the lake. The two girls didn’t dare to go because I had a sprained foot. That night I asked my mom if she had a good time. She said, “yes.”
By Jeremy de Haan