I cheated, I confess

I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary,
I don't want to live my life again.
-- The Ramones

When I was in year 5 at school, we had to write a story. I condensed Stephen King's Pet Sematary into two pages. The teacher did not know. I won 50 cents prize money for third place. And the teacher incorrectly corrected my spelling of Sematary.

What was I doing reading horror stories when I was only 10? Good question. What was my mother thinking? I remember that there was a "sex" scene in the book, but my mother craftily pinned some cardboard over that page. Like that was gonna work. Something about a sponge bath if I recall.