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When I was nine, I was resolved to write a story about a girl named Caitlin. The terms "self-insert" and "wish-fulfillment" were not in my vocabulary then, but they describe my aim quite satisfactorily.
The wish fulfillment aspect petered out after two chapters, because I found it much more interesting to write about things that had actually happened to me. When it came down to it, I had a LOT of interesting things to write about. So the first two chapters are nothing like my life, while those following are quite an accurate representation... save that I conveniently changed all the names, for the sake of "story".
Welcome to Caitlin's Adventures.
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Introduction
Although this story is fiction, and some events could not have really happened (like the dolls coming alive) this story is based on events that happened to the author and her younger sisters and brothers and what they played together. Also most of the names have been changed, to add a bit more "story" to this "biography" of my life from age 10 and up.
Verity A. Buchanan (the author)
I was not even 10 when I wrote this. I was 9. Talk about wish fulfillment.
Chapter I
— MEET CAITLIN
Caitlin was a happy, adventerous, and artistic girl whose favorite pastimes were riding horses, biking, and art. No matter what the season, she enjoyed it thoroughly. Sledding in winter, leaf piles in fall, swimming in summer, and spring — well, spring was just wonderful. (She thought so especially because it had her birthday.) And riding in all seasons except winter, when she still gave her horse excersise by walking her up and down the shed. But winter was past, and spring had come in the glory of budding flowers and green trees everywhere, and it would soon be Caitlin's birthday. April.
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Caitlin woke earlier than anyone else. She quietly turned off the alarm clock, set for 7:00 AM, and quietly dressed in a light blue shirt with dark green flowers on the edges, blue jeans, white socks, and, lastly, pulled on a sweater to keep off the morning chill. She slipped quietly out of the room she shared with Anne, Lizzie, and Janie to go to the front door for her sneakers. Slipping them on, she ran lightly outside and across the sparkling, dewy grass to the shed. Starlight, her horse since she turned eight (I wanted a horse; can you tell?), nickered softly, the white star on her forhead almost glowing in the dim light as she pushed against Caitlin, nuzzling for food. Caitlin rubbed Starlight gently, and gave her some breakfast, meanwhile glancing at her wristwatch. It was 7:15. She would have to hurry, because she had promised Mother to be back by 8:00.
Okay, brief intermission while I explain what's going on here. It's Caitlin's birthday, and she sent out invitations to all her friends. Now she's riding out to check all their mailboxes for their replies. Why she has to act as a deliveryman for her own mail, and why her friends didn't send their replies till Caitlin's birthday, are mysteries that will go forever unsolved down the mists of time. Probably Verity just wanted her self-insert to get an epic horsie ride in the first chapter.
