When I was 11 years old, my favourite teacher Mrs Rose helped me publish my first book. I wrote up each page in my best handwriting and Mrs Rose sewed it all together. I remember standing in the classroom proudly holding that little book in my hands when it was done.
Incredibly, my mother kept that school project all these years. It’s not much, but here it is, in all its retro brown vinyl glory!
To be honest, I didn’t remember anything about what was in the book until I looked through it.
Careful what you wish for, kid…