The Life & Times of Little David Stone: Book One - Preschool Through First Grade

By Dave Stone

Little David Stone was full of vinegar. He didn’t know he was full of vinegar and he didn't try to be full of vinegar, he just simply was. This little book is laced with stories of spiders and bullies, playgrounds and incidents, friendships and fun; so light up your reader and join in the good times. We’ll roll through the stories and share in the humor, as little David Stone shows us the way.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dave Stone
• Release date: Jan 15, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301936748

Dave Stone

Dave Stone is Senior Pastor of Southeast Christian Church in Louisville, Kentucky, where he preaches Truth to more than 21,000 people each weekend. He and his wife, Beth, have three children: Savannah, Sadie, and Sam, and a son-in-law, Patrick. Dave believes the most practical way to spread the gospel is through moms and dads who model a genuine faith for their children.

Book preview

The Life & Times

of Little David Stone

Book One

Preschool through First Grade

By Dave Stone

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2012 – Dave Stone

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or in any means without the express written consent of the author.

[e-mail]

www.readadventurebooks.com

Illustrations by Edson Saenz

[e-mail]

Other Books by Dave Stone

Matthew

Dream Mine

Autumn Chill

Scout Camp

Bumps in the Night

Basketball Warriors

Carnival

Table of Contents

The Early Years

The Ditch

The Apple

Coloring

The Stairway

The Porch

The Store

So they Say

Kindergarten

Soggy Spot

The Elephant

Another Picture

Naptime

The Store Again

Sparklers

Douglas/Dixon

Sword Fight

Moving Day

The Clock

First Grade

Pajama Time

The Snowball

The Early Years

I don’t remember life at the age of three. Oh, maybe a little bit I do, like my beautiful mother scratching my back as she laid me down for a nap. Mostly everything was a blank, but finally at the age of four, life did begin to take a little shape. My sister was always there for me. One year older, Susan led the way. She seemed to know a lot about everything. She taught me how to color, how to ride a tricycle, how to play with the neighbor kids, and so much more. I also had a few friends. Melvin Lake, also one year older, was a neighbor. He taught me how to wrestle on the front lawn. He always won because he was so much bigger than I was, but it was still fun and I liked to try. I also had a friend who was a girl. Her name was Vickie, and she lived down to the corner and across the street. She always had a runny nose, but I didn’t care. She was nice and fun to play with, just like Melvin and Susan were. So this was my entire world, my mom (Frances), and my dad (Glade), Sister Sue, and a couple of friends down the road. My boundaries just didn’t seem to stretch any further than that, but later four other brothers would come on the scene: Michael, then Larry, and then the twins: Karl and Kent.

I guess there were a few things that happened at the age of three. I was told that when I was three years old I had Tonsillitis and I had it pretty bad. One summer day, as the story goes, I fainted dead away in the grain fields around our house while I was playing with the family dog. They say that the only reason they found me was because our old dog stuck right by my side. They could see his tail wagging above the top of the grain, otherwise who knows what might have happened.

Then they told me that if I was a good boy, when I went to get my tonsils out, I could have all the popsicles that I wanted. But after the operation when they offered me one I refused completely because my throat hurt so badly. I guess they all got a big chuckle out of that one, but I didn’t think it was very funny.

The stories I will tell you are old but true. They all happened to me as I traveled through elementary school, and maybe just a little before. My grandkids think that the stories are fun, and I hope you will too. All lives have stories to share, and I’m sure that yours will too. Maybe you, also, will be able to share them someday.

The Ditch

My family went to church every Sunday morning, and I didn’t particularly like it. I was