I love to read in bed,

it helps to fill my head

with thoughts of stuff from long, long, long ago,

I can pretend that I’m an Indian with a bow

or

a Union General riding through the meadow as fast as my horse can go

or

a Pilgrim that sailed across the deep blue sea

to worship God, to be free.

A poem by me in second grade, 1999.  It was my first published work.  Glad I still love to read in bed :).  While home for Christmas, Mom was throwing out a bunch of stuff, but she kept the book my poem was published in for me!  She said I wrote the poem, but she fixed all the spelling errors.  I always preferred my version of how words should be spelled and spoken :p.