"THE 2 BEARS BECOME 3"
"DREAMS OF CHILDHOOD FRIENDS"
This is a short story I wrote as an 8-year-old child. I decided to publish it and enhance my childhood story revolving around my connection with bears and owls and Native American culture.
"The Two Bears"
Once upon a time there was a big bear in a big house with a baby bear, named Red Bear and Black Bear. They were not happy at all, so, they went for a walk, but when they got to the lake, they stopped. They had always wanted a big brother and just as they started, they saw a big bear. They said to this bear, "Would you like to be our big brother?"
"I am your brother."
"Will you stay with us?'
"Yes, I will."
"Okay!"
And they lived happily ever after.
Written by Vicki Trusselli
age 8
June 4, 1958
I authored this story at the age of 8 years old. I found it amongst my poetry and my reflections of my life.
As we travel through life,
we have sorrow and strife,
and love and hate,
for what is fate?
We have life lessons to learn along the way.
Some people go away but some stay.
I have reflected as of lately,
and reflections of my life as it be
there,
creative with my art and writing,
to spread love, light, and to care,
to all facets of life and people of humanity.
So, let it be
that way for now.
Somehow, I carry onward creating art,
creating to be a part
of the media in our society of today
online.
My bear still walks with me in 2024,
but not like before,
when I was a young child of 8 years old,
so, I have been told
in lessons of old
with music,
with song,
with art,
with film,
with paint
of rainbows, clouds, sun, moon, and stars
of light and dark,
of adventures in my soul,
waiting to come out with a stroke of a pen,
but that was days of old.
Now we type into a laptop
or cell phone,
the depths of our soul,
to move on
with life.
The bear is still here.
Have no fear.
I wear an owl necklace as my late mom
would say put an owl in every room
to protect one
from harm,
or the bear under my bed,
to hear every tear, I shed
or every night laugh I blurted out
loudly,
at midnight
as I sat in my room
to write, hear music, play music,
paint.
I am no saint.
Written by
VICKI LAWANA TRUSSELLI
JANUARY 13, 2024
& JUNE 4, 1958
My imaginary friend was a little brown bear that put his paws on my bed to play with me. It was more than likely a dream, but to a young child I was scared until my mom cuddled me telling me the little brown bear was my friend. I looked around my room at the age of eight or younger at the Kachina dolls that my mom and I collected from the Indian reservations. They were also for protection.
My first dancing experience was on an Indian reservation in Oklahoma. The next experience was at a Jerry Lee Lewis concert at a special gig that I attended with my parents.
So, my philosophy is rock on sister!
The two bears story written at age 8 still holds true today. Guess we are all looking for a big brother to protect us as we go along life's journey.
To all my relations,
my brothers and sisters.
The journey of the souls
continue.
About the Creator
Vicki Lawana Trusselli
I worked for the music and film industry in Los Angeles, California and Austin, Texas. I studied nursing, journalism, art, film, and computers in college. I was in the first computer class in 1981 at The LA Times. PEACE OUT!
Comments (4)
This is such a beautiful story to share 💗
What a good story
This was adorable!
You're doing amazing work