In need of a New Year’s resolution?

You’re more than welcome to join me in mine. –

Listen to the young –  for wisdom, sometimes, has nothing to do with age.

The author’s name is Simon, he is the second of four children – a more well-behaved set of children I never did meet. He was only 8 years old when he wrote this story in 2016. The writing assignment was to write/illustrate a creation myth (we had gone over a few in class and the students could pick one we talked about or make up their own.)

This is what he wrote:

Once upon a time, words grew on trees.

And people would climb the trees, pick the words, and carry them. But the trees grew words such as hate, fear, and death. people carried these around and the words became who they were. 

A war started. 

And in the midst of the war, a boy’s father died. the boy cried and grieved over his father’s death. As a tear fell on his father’s cheek, it solidified and became a seed. 

The boy stood up. He planted the seed, and a tree grew. The tree grew one word.

Kindness. 

And it spread.