Even at nine-years-old, I knew I wanted to be a writer. I filled up pages and pages of journals with half-finished stories and story ideas and character drawings. Sometimes, I typed them out on the computer. I recently re-discovered this story, originally titled "Lost," in a computer folder from 2004.

Apparently nine-year-old me really liked adverbs and adjectives.

The Cave

Once there was a kid in New Brunswick whose name was Rabeka. The youth had twinckly blew eyes and light pink lips. The child was skipping proudly in a butyful forest that had very nice flowers. Just a moment later Rabeka saw a deep dark cave. The cave was found in the 1940s. So Rabeka slowly walked in.

Sudenly! She herd a ssssssssssssssssss sound. The child was so scared she quickly ran. It was only a snake. Except Rabeka did not know that. The child gradually walked farther and farther into the cave. Now Rabeka could not clearly observe the light. It was dark. “There was light a minnet ago,” Rabeka cried out. Yet a minnet later Rabeka could see agan. There were torches loosely stuck to the wall.

At that instant some thing cot her eye. “A sign! A sign! The child excitedly cried. The sign read… “Walk farther in to the cave and you will find gold!” Her eyes got big. So Rabeka ran hopefuly farther in to the cave. However the girl saw nothing except an X. The child stared at it eagerly. At that instant Rabeka started furiously digging. Meanwhile her fingernail touched something. It was tresher! Rabeka pulled forcefuly and finaly got it out.

At that moment the child saw dim light. Rabeka new it must be the end of the cave. She was right!

When the youth got home she happily shared all the gold with her friends, family, and the poor. Rabeka learned that the scary stuf in that cave was achly part of the advencher.