This used to be my blog for my Honors Creative writing class, but now I am just writing to vent or whatever I feel like doing without the restriction of knowing that a teacher will be able to see this. So ignore the first 80 or so blogs because they are just meaningless crap I wrote.
Monday, March 17, 2014
#36: Little boy's idea of heaven
The teacher had told her class to draw what their favorite place is and why. When she collected the papers, she saw an assortment of parks and houses, a school, and something else. The teacher wasn't sure what it was. It seemed to be an assortment of people and animals with wings and halos, but it all seemed random. After class, the teacher pulled the boy aside. She asked him what it was that he drew and he replied by telling her that it was heaven. He said that in heaven, all of his pets would be there, along with his family. She asked him why he said his favorite place was heaven, yet he hadn't been there before.The boy replied by saying that he did not need to go there to know that it was his favorite place. He knew it would be his favorite place because all the people who had loved him and left him behind would be waiting or him to come join them. She asked him if he was looking forward to it and he answered yes and the teacher asked why. The boy looked at her dead in the eyes and said that he was looking forward to it because all the people who loved him were there, and that no one else here loved him.
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