As I walked around the room I asked students what they were writing about. Some would be more than ecstatic to show me their work, others were a bit more timid. As i read the different stories around the room I found that many had such sorrowful tales to tell. One student wrote about how his aunt died the day after Christmas. Another told of her dad losing his job. And, perhaps the saddest of them all was a girls story of how her dad died when she was young and her mother lost her job and her dog ran away and how her uncle was now living with them but that he was expected to die soon as well. I didn't know what to say. How tragic it must be to live in this students shoes. Children are such precious things, they shouldn't have to face the tragedies of this world.
Kids have so many stories to tell. Writing becomes a venue for the sad tragedies of their lives, but also the joy in their lives.
Aside from the sad, sad tales, I found stories of adventure and travel.
It's amazing what a young kid can experience and write about.
This experience only strengthens the need for a writers workshop.
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