After visiting my mom this Thanksgiving, I picked up a box of papers that she had set aside for me years ago. In it, was this story I wrote in grade school some forty years ago.
The text reads as follows,
My Magic Carpet and I
It was just another day when I was reading my Spider-man magazine, when I turned the page and I saw an advertisement for a magic carpet for $10.99. I had my money saved so I sent in for it.
Three weeks later they sent me a yellow and red magic carpet. There was only one problem though, I didn’t know how to drive. Then I said, “I sure would like to know where there is a driving school for magic carpets,” Right then my magic carpet took me up in the air. It stopped in Egypt where there was a sign saying ‘Go to Jonny’s flying carpet school’.
So I walked in with my magic carpet and asked how much it cost.
The cashier said, “One dollar please.”
“Hmm, that’s cheap,” I said, “where should I go to?”
“The right please,” the cashier answered.
“Will you come in?” asked a man, “my name is Jonny and you would like to know how to ride a magic carpet do you?”
“Yes.” I answered
“The secret is just to tell your magic carpet what to do.”
“I know that, but, what about all the other stuff like the clutch?”
“Strictly for show.”
I left with a dollar down the drain.
But I kept my magic carpet. From then on it was just my magic carpet and me.