The only thing I've ever won
Way back when I was a wee little girl, probably about 8, and still doing drama classes, my drama teacher recommended that I enter into a poetry recital competition. She handed me the poem which I was to recite, called 'Elastic Jones', about some guy who 'had rubber bones' and 'could bounce up and down like a ball'. I don't remember much of it except that Jones died after jumping off of Blackpool Tower.

Anyway, after practicing for goodness knows how long, the day of the recital finally came. Now, you must realise that I was born three months premature, so I was very small for my age, but had somehow developed a British-ish accent, probably from reading so many damned books.
(nb. this story takes place in Australia, and I am not British, so god knows how I got such an accent)

So little old me got up on the stage, had to have the assistant lower down the microphone for me, and I recited the poem.

After a long time of waiting for everyone else, the winner was announced...it was me!

I got up to the stage and collected my plethora of prizes, including a water-bottle, and had quite some trouble holding all of them.
My family was very proud, and I'm sure that my grandparents have an embarrassing VHS of the moment.

Just goes to show that cuteness can sometimes win out.

Length? About three short verses.
(Avnas dosh!, Fri 29 Apr 2011, 11:22, Reply)