Most of you know or figured out that “Noelle Tannenbaum” is not my real name. You may also have figured out that I don’t use my real name on the blog out of respect for the member of the Canadian Parliament who shares the exact same combination of vowels and consonants on her driver’s license. I’d hate for people to type in her name into Google looking for information on her health care plan and instead find a blog about one girl’s struggle with a broken ankle.
The reason I bring this all up is that I’m about to share with you a story I wrote in First Grade called “The Great Oz Trip.” You can see two versions of my real name in the pictures of the book. One is the name on my birth certificate, the one that I go by now. The other is the one that I was and still am called by everyone who knew me before I went to college and finally started using my real name. Just thought I should clarify that. If I felt comfortable using my real name here, there would be some killer blog posts about how odd it is to have everyone suddenly call you by a new name, and how annoying it is that more than 75% of the people in the world can’t tell the difference between names that start with “Carol” and end with “yn” or “ine.” It’s uncanny, really. But that’s neither here nor there. Let me instead proceed with the story, with a warning that this is copyrighted material that came right out of my seven-year-old head. Any similarity between this story and any other story is purely coincidental. Read the rest of this entry »
