(pictured- my sister, my Au Pair Iolanda, my dog and I snowday-ing it up, 1999)
I was once obsessed with Shel Silverstein poems. I carried around Where the Sidewalk Ends to playdates and summer barbecues when I was eight, and forced my friends to sit and read with me. I liked to act them out and do funny voices, but I think I was the only one really entertained.
Anyway, that’s when I first picked up a pencil and started writing. (I think it was on an old Mac computer, but that’s neither here nor there…)
So I wrote a Silverstein inspired poem about a snowman, entitled, shockingly, “Snowman”, and here’s how it went:
I built a snowman on a cold winter day-
a carrot for his nose, and eyes made of clay.
Buttons on his chest and a non-sweat band,
My dad’s shoes for his feet and a broom in his hand.
He was only a few minutes old, maybe five,
and the only thing I need now is the magic hat to make him alive.
I honestly think I peaked when I was eight, unfortunately.