Sitting at our kitchen table a day after Clay surprised us by riding a horse during our trip to Water Stream Farm – bareback no less, the glow remained.
“Still feeling happy,” he typed on the keyboard he uses to communicate, when asked about his ride on Rocky.
“Would you like to write a story about it?” my wife asked.
“Sure.”
So, here is Clay’s first literary effort, written a sentence at a time, with breaks in between to wander through the house and into the backyard. (Hey, Hemingway wrote standing up, too.) Full disclosure: he did get a little assist with the “Once upon a time” part to get things rolling.
“Once upon a time there was a boy named clay.
He went to a farm and met rocky.
A day we will never forget.
We went riding.
It was amazing.
We felt toller.
We still are thinking about him.
We still are really happy.
The end of the story.”
Hemingway’s father couldn’t have felt prouder.
Life With Clay 
#1 by Kalil on October 27, 2010 - 1:20 pm
Clay, I miss you bro. Your story is very inspiring. I look forward to seeing more writing in the future. Hope all is well and take care.
Kalil
#2 by grandpop&grandmom on October 27, 2010 - 4:17 pm
it keeps getting better. G&G
#3 by Clay on October 27, 2010 - 10:02 pm
So happy that everyone likes my story.
#4 by Char Brandl on November 2, 2010 - 3:27 am
Great story. Keep writing, Clay. We know you have a lot to say and we love to hear it.