The day I turned ten, Grandfather gave me my block of wood as he had everyone else in the family. It was a beautiful five foot tall block of wood. Little by little, I chiseled away at the wood. Carving here, shaping there. It was a labor of love, he always said. As a slid my chisel over the wood it gave of itself – and I gave it my soul. Little by little, the wood made me grow and I made the wood transform into who I wanted to be – the me on the inside waiting to be released.
This was written for and inspired by the Carrot Ranch’s prompt: chisel
Note, this is complete fiction… no way any of my relatives would have allowed me to do anything that cool or fun.