Childhood Innocence

My family was finally cleaning out the garage at my childhood home this weekend, and my mother handed me an old notebook.  "Looks like this was yours," she said.

I opened it up, and found a short story from over thirty years ago.  It was a Sci-Fi tale, presumably unfinished, that I have no memory of writing.  In my handwriting, though.  A couple of pages later were tons of drawings of boobies and wieners.

Yep, definitely mine.  I wonder how Mom could tell.