When I was a child, for a time I had my own little neighborhood newspaper. I typed up the news on the typewriter I saved up for. And then went around door-to-door and handed it out. (Probably all of five doors.)
The news might be about some new kittens that were born. Or that Mrs. So-And-So's grandchildren were there for a visit.
You know. Neighborhood stuff. Nothing earth shattering.
I loved gathering facts and making sure everyone knew what was going on around them.
I remember once I took one of the newspapers (which only consisted of a few pages) and decided I would do a little time travel experiment. I have no idea where this came from.
I put it in a container and buried it. I wrote down instructions, pretty exact instructions, on how I could find the spot. Like "back up five steps from the oak tree, take three steps to the left, and dig."
You know, I never went back and dug it up. I wonder if it's still there? News about kittens that would be great-great-great-(many greats) grand kittens. Grandchildren who visited that are now grandparents like me.
I also desperately wanted a tree house. But I eventually realized I did not have the materials or the know-how to build a tree house. So that remained a dream.
But distributing the news? I guess I'm still at it. In a round about way. I'm still gathering facts and pretty pictures and putting it out there.
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