My mom forwarded this story to me that I wrote when I was 8 years old…
THE ADVENTURES OF JON HILLENBRAND
One day I climbed up my tree and saw a race track. I was there yesterday. I was looking at my racing car. The racing car was red and had a stripe down the middle of it. My friends were tuning the engine. I was getting my suit on. Then the race was beginning. I got in my race car. Then a man waved a flag, so I pressed the gas. “They’re off!” said a guy in the stands. The race cars were going so fast that the tires were making a black mark on the track. Then the race cars were coming to the finish line. So I kicked the gas pedal and won the race. I go a trophy too. Then I woke up. It must have been a dream. I was in my room. But there was a trophy in my room. Then I went outside, climbed up my tree, and saw a bulldozer.
by: Jonathan Hillenbrand